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The smoke and the screen gives the dark room a milky blue haze and even though you're not home right now, you're all right, because you love your people here.   The kush has calmed your anxiety
Its my senior year High school or college you can decide Not like i can remember either one I find myself waking up on some stranger’s bathroom floor Maybe my own
Before I get into it I'd just like to say I don't mean to offend Anyone, anyway.
Dear twelve-year-old me,Wearing an outcast’s scowlAnd bitterly drinking SpriteOn the bleachers at the middle school dance:Picture yourself on the floor.    
I'm greedy;      I know it;           I quite like to show it And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy.   I give gifts.
I don't like your parties I don't like your alcohol But I guess I'd rather be here than not at all.   I don't like her I don't like the way she stares Cause I don't think I can compare.  
And once again I'm given the chance To live my weekend To that dance. We all know How last time went, My reputation Is a little bent. So easy to go  With DJ, I wish I had
"Go Ahead, what you waiting for? Go ahead and pop open that door. ....Yeah I've done this before. Go on and sip on this some more. You say you about that life so show me what you got...
After I looked you in the eye that first time,When I stated my mantra, and parroted my lines,And asked for your name, and forgot it moments later,I realized I had sinned against both you and your Maker,
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