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One may think we’re alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We’re not ok
One may think we’re doing fine
But if I had to lay it on the line
We’re losing ground with every passing day
We’re not ok
The Perishers - Weekends
On the weekends
We try to get our share
Of excitement and of fresh air
Trying to forget
Who we’re gonna be
When the alarm rings
On Monday morning
If in the evening
All you do is watch TV
Cause you're too tired for anything else
You’re just like me
Sometimes, cracking open a pomegranate makes me think of pulling apart a heart. Thick lobes and sticky red getting all over everything. Hearts aren't delicious, though.
- Mood:
indescribable
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