I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore think I need a new life got my palms to the floor. Smoking residue what is wrong with you, one more screw to lose, no more time left for no more petty issues. Today was our final hit yeah and we just wasted it baby used me up like ashes think I got the rigor mortis. Building up the walls like tetris fuck it time to exit no more time to pay rent and no more fences. Closed the door to my heart you can’t come back in, I’ll be waiting here though when you’re ready for sin. No more time on the clock smashed my phone and broke the lock back when it was funny, no more laughter no more sunnies. You can’t contact me yeah, I broke my phone, no more taking calls when I’m in the zone. I don’t want to talk anymore man I’m so fucking faded, big home now and I toke alone. No more taking it, no more cowardice, I’m all done with it. I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore think I need a new life got my palms to the floor.
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