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My friend Bryan
offered good advice,
so i took a slice
and sailed through to mellow skies.
There is nothing wrong with being nice
unless it's just a front to get yourself by
and I can tell.
So what the hell?
I don't think i really need them in my life,
sometimes I wish that bird would up and die.
Tear through crayola skies.
And now I sit at home alone,
watch tv, mope on the phone,
and annie meets the moon.
It is dawn in paris though
I want to un-know
the swell i felt under your hex,
your floral dress, your silver wire specs.
Cindy moved to the other side
and there she lived as if she'd died.
Death cult paradise.
Why don't you end it where it lies?
I got home and had another try,
but ryan tells me all the time,
he's got the same damn problem as mine,
minimal heartbreak feels nice.