Wake up-- scoop a bra off from the floor. Wipe the hummus off my face. Put my towel back on the door. Get up-- PBR, PB no J. Take the dog out, he does nothing. Feed him while I force it down. When you first heard, "God," well, what did you see? And what do you see when you're staring at me through a phone screen, with a brightness of 30? Well, fuck you, dude. I'm feeling 22 and Edy's tastes like a bad tattoo. And tomorrow's a pain, but today I'm feeling fine-- bloody fine! And maybe outside, it's hot as a tit. But, the theater's pretty cool and it's showing dumb shit. I'm dropping my phone through the gap in the seat and I wait 'til the to reach underneath. Fuck it, dude. I'm climbing out of my pit. And saving the day while I'm eating my script. And tomorrow's a chore. I don't care anymore. And it hurts when I think about that time. Gotta leave it all behind, pack it in an old bandana. And it hurts, gotta leave it all behind. Gonna say it's only ketchup. Gonna leave my sheets tonight.
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