Modern man shit talker what the fuck do you do? The constant critic saying nothing but gobs of drivel what kind of hate do you hide behind?
Shell of yourself cast a pall over the enchanted evening drunk again oh so drunk again make young lovers gag at the filth and disgusting displays placed upon the party. I sat there over dramatic pissed off playing king's cup while you sat in the cock suckers lap oh why do I care? When your name is at the tip of my tongue can't even recall it
and you are free well we are free at least we like to pretend to be but as for we well fuck it is just me I don't know you don't know if i still want (doubt it) to but for one night I was so jealous I took my bottle and went home
pissed off and sullen you asked me later where I was going I should have said a million things but it's just spiders and dust inside... I made my drug issue sound like a tragedy so you'd feel sorry for me perhaps feel the rush of empathy that lifts asses from seats but behold I drown in my fucking drivel
Modern man what the hell do you do?
Constant critic shit talker girl stalker
Who are you to sing the blues?
My cat.
My crew.
Fuck you.
2016
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