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I'm always tired
I'm always at least half asleep
Blemish and state how I don't feel great now
I don't hang out in her hair
I don't wonder if she cares
I lay awake now, I entertain my plans
To one day miraculously be talkative and likable
To wake up as someone else, someone I know is inside of me
Just waiting to be put to use by something much more sharp than us
They pry out every fucking piece and still they're coming around again
They're coming 'round
Around again