Dumb job and all I do is stare at my feet
Making deals with the trolley if it's the wrong one I'll leave
cnd I'll bet you never even think about me
I'm trying to quit wishing that I was dead
Catherine wipes some bird poop off of my head
cnd I get car sick on the way back home again
I can't concentrate
I'll let you slip away
It's as simple as getting dressed today
You remind me of somebody that I used to be
I'm out of money and you're still bothering me
How come nobody ever visited me?
You're gone and all there's left to do now is pray
You were right but my expectations got in the way
I'll tell myself to readjust them today
I can feel it now
The way your breath came out
Heard you swallow down a couple hours now
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