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Shake the snow off your shoulders
Smoke weed with your friends in the basement
Run laps while you wait for your food to cook
Smile and sigh every time your ex walks by
Hold on to every piece of string you pull off your coat

I'm seriously tired of blacking out
When I wake up I find time, precious and golden to be lost
And my eyes are red, squinty, stinging, and bloodshot
At a loss for words,
Mind scrambling to find itself
I ditched my keys?
Phone?
Wallet?
I find it all
But what I lose is worth more
Every memory I might've had
Gone
Like sleep
I'm not there where you're having fun

I take drugs to feel comforted
To feel not so alone
To entertain myself
My soul
I'm sold