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I'm seeing stars
Didn't look away fast enough
Guess you left your mark
When I lose it I'll send my regards

It's like I'm anchored to the round-a-bout
That spinning wheel at the playground
And you get closer with every cycle
Getting off becomes consequential

I wait for the punch
But you keep your mouth shut

I wish you would scream at me
At least then I could say a few things
I was ready on sight
But you brought a ghost to a fist fight
I still fantasize it constantly

I miss New England
The smell of summer in Boston
And living in a vacuum
When getting older was fun
And so were you

I had a plan
But every round I'm dealt a bad hand
And I got nothing I'm playing on tilt
And I can't seem to sit still


I'll nevеr be done
'Cause I can't keep my mouth shut

I wish you'd just scrеam at me
'Cause honestly I probably
Oh I just want validation
Say I'm just as bad as one of the Mansons
Bet you fantasize it constantly

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