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I came around
I made it out the door today
sober, bloodshot, most definitely insane
what do you know about feeling concave
I remember that one girl who would get so trashed on cheap gin
or that one who couldn't get close when emotions where involved
fuck! what kind of people do I let shape me?
this hoodie smells like an ashtray dipped in cologne
this day reminds me of those summer days when I was eighteen and sad
back then we got high
back then she would give me pills
we would get naked break shower rods
I never believed id see a day past twenty one 
now I am almost twenty four
and we don't talk
I wont lie I miss being so gone I couldn't make it out my bedroom door
it is a shame I cant say I love you anymore
but I don't feel bad you wouldn't believe a damn thing that has happened since then
all my friends should be dead, most my ex lovers gone and had kids far to young
some are now strippers others heavy drinkers
fuck! what kind of people do I let shape me?