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I spent all night redrafting thoughts I crafted out of love
And hate and spite and selfishness
Of all my darkest fetishes
Of all my least abhorrent, boring, observations
Constellations in the sky at night

Made up of fleeting words and notes
That are 10 million miles away
Dying as we watch them glow
Dying as we watch, we know
There's little we can do
But sit and watch them turn the screw
And hope some of our lies are true

Cos all my moves are borrowed
And all my dreams are dull
Lazing, living, lying in this lull

I spent all morning falling deeper into sleep, deprived
Of any urge to leave the bed
On which I rest my weary head
So tired with no reason
So listless and so lost
The cost of an unhealthy diet
And a lack of exercise

And when I rise, I rise merely temporarily
To smoke and watch some video
Which tells me some things I already know
And I get to feel right
A feeling I feel nearly constantly
Seriously, honestly,
It's a comforting malaise, but

All my moves are borrowed
And all my dreams are dull
Lazing, living, lying in this lull

All my considerations are trivial at best
I guess everything's already been said

Here lies the writer with no epitaph or gravestone
Just a wooden fucking coffin and a note
There's something sketched onto a worn out piece of paper
Shoved into his stylish sheepskin coat

I read it timidly
I urged it to be poignant
I cheered it from the sidelines, to be beautiful and great
But nothing struck me
Other than disappointment
I truly hope that death is worth the wait

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