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Swimming through ashes, dropped from a past blunt,
that missed the tray, at least be up front,
honey i shrunk myself, never knew how large my room was,
i'd tell you to whisper, but to m it's a crowds applause,
climbing up my guitar, i swing from string to string,
slowly putting them altogether, even though it's not my thing,
rearrange my room, start fresh as a much better me,
no better day to start then sunday, a day in which i'm free,
follow it up with a monday morning, down in the city,
losing myself in the low murmur, in my mind hearing a ditty,
figure out how to complete the puzzle, known as education,
i am tired of putting it aside, i am tired of this frustration,
if i have to spend forever alone, at least let me be smart,
you have no need to lose your brains, you already lost your heart.