101 N
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And I drove all the way home listenin to the gas light anthem
Thinking I can't stop letting people down
Surely not as cool as I was back in school
I'm on the 101 falling asleep, got the letters that you wrote for me
Now here I am under golden arches
Car parked, teary eyes and the griddle in hand
I'm under slow delights
I like to picture life somewhat like a Rockwell painting
Great expectations just push of the pill
I just wanna drink chocolate milk with my lovers
I just wanna burn this apartment
And I just wanna float through my life really dreaming with any given mention of the government
So I drive
Heavy eyed and beaten
Tramps like us weren't born to run, but I've got no one to run with
And I'm cold, so I've been told that I should...
Great the sun and get shit done
I think I'd rather just sleep in
Because we're all just 25 words
The obituary section
And every day is just a passing of time
I guess they call this depression
I'm not lonely, just kind of overwhelmed to get
'Cause I'm living proof you can still sing the blues
In 2011
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