the dog days, seem a little bit longer as each night falls leave no trace, they always say cover up the tracks of your footsteps in the woods existence, one day they'll all listen to you intently but it will be just a sort lived pipe dream, and one day they'll forget about you
so please train me, to be the machine that works with maximum efficiency so i can slide by and say my goodbyes and make my exit gracefully
grit your teeth place one the god damn steering wheel grit your teeth watch your friends have the fun you used to know
can't muster, up the will to take that flashlight and point it in towards yourself i guess you'll never subdue that constant tightness in your chest
first the job goes, i die look down, watch my green lawn get overgrown they saw me slide by, never said my goodbyes, but wasn't hard to leave gracefully
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