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Ninth Life
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You Can't Be Everybody's Therapist
Slow drags from a cigarette,
Exhale contempt and regret as I regress,
I disintegrate, thoughts race, I can't fucking see straight
It's all a mind game
And I'm on a losing streak
Medicine, to get me through
Psychological shrapnel, to romanticize the blues
But these little mother fuckers
Just don't do the trick like they used to
'In the wee small hours of the morning,'
You will never be hers because she isn't going to call
'As the walls of my room fade away in the gloom,'
I'm wide awake as erroneous epiphany consumes me
All I have to offer is inept
Passive-aggressive insecurity
My affection is burdenous
My love is disgusting
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