written in los angeles... choking on the air and watching my former identity burns up in the griffith park forest fire
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Stuck in the atmosphere
My math is just off this year. - Big zeros.
The crusade just doesn’t weigh
On the survey.
I guess I’m just lazy.
The dust settles on the shelf.
The alarm doesn’t phase me.
The death of my former self.
You sounded the battle cry
But I didn’t hear the bell. - Ring.
My pride has been swept away.
With another night and day.
I guess I’m just lazy.
A penniless wishing well.
The guilt is amazing.
A monochrome empty shell.
Come on, take a swing, don’t even pay the fee.
Seriously, I want more of the third degree.
I need to hear some more of who I ought to be.
Seriously, Cuz chances are… I agree.