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the walls are blue
the doors are brown
I hate this color
I hate this town
it's too much noise
and I hate the sound
some are crawling and
some are running around
it's not my business
I'm not in it
I'm just here
wishing that I was there
I close my eyes
It's no surprise
that I see inside
telling myself
self it's time to rise
there's no use in
hanging around
any longer
the smoke is thick
and the attitudes are
getting stronger
some are high and
others are loaded
reading something and
forgot that I wrote it
take the keys
I'm in the weeds
desperately trying to breathe
the morning agony
my head is throbbing
it's 4am and I'm out
looking for a
waffle house
