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[Verse 1]
I’ll end up forgotten
I’ll be okay with that, and I’ll eat candied cotton
Don’t even like it, but I’m living, and I don’t like that either, so why take a breather?
Neither you or I have an answer to repeated procedure
I have a pet Porygon, and it keeps giving me seizures
I won’t get rid of it, though
It’s more like cigarette smoke
Not bad, just a byproduct of it…
I sorta love it
[Hook]
Windows up, doors locked, on the hottest day
Dozing off into the feelings that I lock away
Content to be poorly represented
Content that you ignore me, never mentioned, never listened to, I’m feeling you, I get it
I’m a plaza of scattered intention
I’d rather have a platter than smidgens
Is that too much to ask for?
Am I too much of something you did not ask for?
[Verse 2]
I miss Club River Run and the pseudo-independence
Listening to Hellfyre Club when I was emotionally winded
Excess spendin’… on fast food
Roommate-induced bad moods…
It’s hard not to romanticize
There was peace in not having my naps analyzed
Back at my parents’ house, starin’ out a window
It was all good just a month ago, I’m uncomfortable
From homework to home-cooked meatloaf
Both are equally poor, but one could be ignored
My goodness, I took for granted how I soared through those quaint dorms like a demented, male Storm
What a maelstrom; I was blue like Selsun
Frantically trying to prepare for when Cell comes
And now he’s here…
I coulda’ been someone
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