why i gave so much power to a polaroid, it's beyond me
these tired thoughts wont let me restthis time last year, i had a home
now i'm trying to sleep on the left
i'm getting used to being alone
it's finally weird to think about the place on nepean street
not sad. strange.
i can't put this sick sentimentality behind me
so i'm watching that colorful movie a little more sparingly
last time around i was too fucking easy
it made sense at the time when you told me
that we made sense!
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