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In this Dale people move quick like a chipmunk,
frosted flakers that leave their luggage in the wrong trunk,
thoughts become bunks in your mind that keep building up,
what if's become the only motivation willing us,

all i can hope for those i've truly loved so much,
is they can find someone like me with a gentle touch,
one who doesn't rush or successfully attempt to use you,
above absolutely everything they would (like me) choose you,

never abuse you except in a playful way,
never can you label pregaming as abuse anyway,
fall to the words you say and fly in your company,
one who won't brag to his friends "she's always humping me",

but in the end i want you all to hurt the way i've hurt,
try to hide my problems, visible all over my shirt,
barely work so i have too much time to think,
of drowning my thoughts in vodka and bleach in my sink.