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Ninth Life
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You Can't Be Everybody's Therapist
Slow drags from a cigarette, Exhale contempt and regret as I regress, I disintegrate, thoughts race, I can't fucking see straight It's all a mind game And I'm on a losing streak Medicine, to get me through Psychological shrapnel, to romanticize the blues But these little mother fuckers Just don't do the trick like they used to 'In the wee small hours of the morning,' You will never be hers because she isn't going to call 'As the walls of my room fade away in the gloom,' I'm wide awake as erroneous epiphany consumes me All I have to offer is inept Passive-aggressive insecurity My affection is burdenous My love is disgusting
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