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I've been searching for the sun
And the outlook's gone bleak:
milk curdled up in the corn flakes
I grind my teeth while sleepwalking
Walk turned to a jog,
now I'm being told I'm speed sprinting through the fog
I used to think that I was ten feet tall
Coasting
But at some point, the engine stalled
And I started to see some leg room
Creeping in ever slowly
Tell me what hap' here, Matt Dear, ghostly
Feeling like I had an understanding with my focus
And now it's all bad like Chino?
Lord, I try to keep positive
But this life is full of strife
and it's hard for me to even out the easel
I've been feeling awful evil
Overthinking isn't helping
Drinking isn't, either,
but whiskey isn't gonna put some sort of damper on the day
Until the next is in effect
And I'm a wreck
Ric Flair, veins bulging out my neck
supported by 33 fans who also own “Collapse (w. Chris Orrick + Oliver Sudden)”
Hey, I own this place and I know these guys. If you don't buy this album, I'm gonna shoot you in the face. Figuratively of course. Album of the year! Evan Souza