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Too True, Me And You
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Love And All Its Faces I just want to be a productive member of society.
And you, you, you are making this impossible.
You say let's smoke a bowl.
And you get drunk as fuck.
And I see myself
Bettering myself
None.
But I love you
And that bowl,
And that shot,
And that roll
That you're too scared to take.
And I become that monster
That you didn't mean to make.
But your mind drives my soul,
which says smoke that bowl.
And I love myself.
So in order (para) to do that
I have to respect your ness.
Don't be sorry.
Not to me, or to yourself.
I do what I do,
Not because of you,
But because I love me and I love you.
And I can't do anything but love us.
Together we're more real than true.
