Concentration corner Sunken in, starting to fray Mom probably won't check out till eight Empty office bedroom Sleeping in a dust duvet Only room for one guest a day
Knocked to the floor Twelve rounds I'm ringside It's worsening and
Wish I was visiting my My wide eyed, miles of memories Am I still living all my Lead roles in home made movies, I I get deep rooted pleasures in being so naive And consumed in me
I thought I remembered Easy days but now their ripped Like something torn from Brady's script
Table for four A guest you can't ignore They're always loudly keeping score Knocked to the floor Twelve rounds I'm ringside It's worsening and
Wish I was visiting my My wide eyed, miles of memories Am I still living all my Lead roles in home made movies, I I get deep rooted pleasures in being so naive And consumed in me
Did I fuck up here? I should've come last year I don't call enough just phone tag we play on Sunday nights Turns to a drag Thought it'd be easy I'm holding us all What happens when I leave this fall?
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