There's something different going on out there
A piece of silence within
Helpless stranger looking out to understand
What it means to be real
The life we always dreamed in
The life
Is not what you expect
So tempting
But nothing ever happens
And nothing feels the same
I lucked out again
Screw me I like it...
Screw me I like it...
If nothing's to it then what's happening, unknown
Shape shifted finite ending
Public scratching looking past the wounded trash
Our means to conceal
Or build a life of tired genius
Benigns reverses how it's spent
So empty but something's never simple
The vicious cut remains
All senses and blame
Screw me I like it...
Screw me I like it...

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