She doesn't wanna hear me get started.

Coma. Is that what it is? I'm coming to the sky. Goodbye, I don't like you. For so long, it's always been a case of "I'll be right back." I don't want to be forgotten, but I do want to let go. When everything's ignited, what is there to feel? Confusion becomes a Van Halen rift, and a girl I loved becomes someone else's guitar. Does anybody know what I should say when they ask me for something? She doesn't miss me. 

I don't like when people tell me they wish they could be happy about having someone. They could be like me, and have no one. If I had a little pussy on the side, this iPhone could stop being played with so much because I know it's not boring; a sleepy soul that can't believe when things are going too fast. 

I don't got advice for a girl who can't help me, nor do I know if I care about the things that people expect me to care about. It isn't the same as it used to be. I'm just using a different fuel than you. Trying is like a visit to the zoo when you can't see a pretty face that would have stared back especially when it's all I dwell on. Here's a picture of a boulder. Now watch as I become harder, because I want to become numb for good before I turn cold. 

Now I....it won't stop. Just give me a shot, all I want is to be shot. I looked through my parents extra fridge for the hardest looking liquor they had. I'm fucked up, and now it's time to get real fucked up. Why not? 

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