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Somethings wrong, sure i feel so strong,
but i've been gone far too long,
the songs i hear aint what i used to,
play with my thoughts is what i'm used to,
help her finish is what i'm chose to do,
you sure showed up right on cue,
it's true that i have night mares,
walk around like somebody that hardly cares,
in pairs i share a dutch but with you i share my bed,
the cavity on my side fits perfectly with your head,
instead i try some sugar awaiting a cavity,
awaiting the departure, thanks for havin me,
it was nice to experience a dream,
an intoxicated night with a just as friends scheme,
i guickly rose to the scene, "All Losers Eat Xanax,
Her Everything Rarely Matters Approach Nags" to the max,
what attracts me is the beauty i see,
as well as our compatibility and similar past history,
her story drivers off negativity, i fake positivity,
possibly she notices that i'll dig her outta the debris,
"You Overtake Understanding, And Require Ecstacy,
PERFECT," i just had another memory.