Smokeing ma's burnt out cigerette butt's
searching for a headspin within something, anything.
My brain keeps yelling and everything is so loud
I just want to to fade out so I can excist again
An organ is playing the same beats
over and over again inside my head
Xaiver is gone, I never had a chance to meet him
he would have brightend my thoughts
and made everything seem less empty
My mouth tastes like an ashtray
I don't mind.
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