small room, bright lights nothing novel in my sights it’s killing me without the kindness i’m an early century cliché typeface, no ink i’m focused on nothing well, nothing new by any accord i’m so bored of being bored
medicate me i hope these chemicals won’t deceive me medicate me i want something new to take me then release me
what’s something new to trust to help me shake this rust? building up beneath me nipping at my heels
frenzy of noise static posed as poise i’m emptied out, I’m cored i’m so bored of being bored
take a breath, slow my heartbeat to where it should be
medicate me i hope these chemicals won’t defeat me medicate me i want something new to take me then to free me

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