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We can smoke cigarettes capped with acid
Just to see what happens
If we trip too hard we'll fall off the best edge
Together
We'll realize that life is nothing more than an upgraded game
Of Duck-Duck-Goose
And while we're all just dying to be picked
The chosen ones run
circles around our sour crowns forced to make due with a pat on the head
You know where I'm coming from
So if I forget how to get home
I'm counting on you to declare me the goose
I mean,
Only if you want to
I'm the kind who's used to being picked last,
Or never at all
I wish I wasn't taught to count on others for a good time
But it's oh so too late to go back
I know nothing else