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Without a drink and a blunt, without one peep,

How the fuck does anyone get to sleep?

Hours tick away, minutes creep by unexpectedly,

How many times was she too sauced to even notice me?

Seriously, fools sleep best busy manipulating mental health,

Always making me want to be anyone else,

While the real me collects dust on the shelf, no point bringing you down,

Cause I know more then most that you won't be sticking around.

Even without sound, and darkness enveloping my sight,

Choices continue to be annoyances that keep over thinkers up late at night,

Woman who say shit like you did last night, mean it,

They act differently then you, they actually mean it.

You're my dream but won't be it, won't even give your cell a ring,

I don't want the "oh I'm lonely and there's distance" type of thing,

Easy to say with distance type of thing, I just want something real,

I simply want to feel loved or wanted, just want to feel.