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Shoddy wordplay dressed as relevant thoughts on the off-chance something clicks.
Itâs superficial, dull grandiloquence married to pomp, a stranger to circumstance.
Fuck the deep end,
Drown in shallower seas salt the same old wounds to taste the
Stale betrayal, years of serious time spent healing made to seem meaningless.
Ordinarily Iâm not the one who has to fake feeling sick
Hoarded misery may have to be enough for the winter
So I survive, I breathe. But Iâm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Iâve got passion Iâve got drive, but Iâm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Safe discretion, simple stylish lines so designed to hide indifference
Paved denial, feigned lucidity
One fucking lie could make me a fucking liar!
Scared thes will burn
While weâre building the castle!
Monuments that scream âPlease donât forget meâ
So I survive, I breathe. But Iâm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Iâve got passion Iâve got drive, but Iâm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Curtainâs closed, convinced that morning hasnât come.
Like a tidal wave, the sun comes crashing through
Rips the darkness away
Look at who you are!
Howâd you think youâd be at 23 youâre letting yourself down!
Face in pillows and sheets
Time to wake up!
So I survive, I breathe. But Iâm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.
Iâve got passion Iâve got drive, but Iâm killing time to keep the dream alive.
The ticking clock stopped talking, stuck in traffic in the back of the ambulance.