all of my friends, means to an end, out on the street, trying to get some sympathy
we had some great plans that fell through the cracks, and everyone knows I can't hack it
when things happen unforseen, I yell at machines cause god knows none of it's my fault
out of focus and in the dark, falling apart. that's when we're perfect the way that we are
I'm working til 10, I'll clock out and then give you a call, see what's going on. I'll fill up my tank and I'll meet you up on the boulevard, walking on stars.
watch the talent pass us by and hold in my eyes made up visions to pacify everything that goes on in real life all of the time. the only thing I'm sure is mine.
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