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I’m so fucked up
I’m shaking
And I can’t see straight
My mind is reeling
I think everything is beautiful
And insightful.

And before I lie down and begin to tremor
And vomit
And wish I’d never made this choice
I wanna speak
Speak of all the lovely things I’ve seen tonight

This slushy snow
The blood red
My ruby lips
A yellow gown
My hash browns

SI is like giving birth
I want to be judged on my intentions
Not my actions
But you will be judged on your actions
Despite your intentions

Our alter egos
Are exaggerations
Of ourselves
And based on the emotions we feel inside
At the time that we write

You spoke of orange flavored pussy
Or pussy flavored orange
Or maybe that was a movie
Or maybe you meant
Clockwork orange

And my ex relates
To that man
And that’s how I know
He’s so fucked up and evil
The movie’s like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”
Only way way old

Be careful of the wet floor
I think we’re stranded here
‘Cause it’s wet
Fucker
Don’t you read?
Can’t you see?

I had to pee like 3 times
The whole time we were there
We were there for like an hour
Though it seemed like seven
And I bet our waiter thought we were fucked
‘Cause we spoke of speaking cats

Depression, SI, Anarchy, bulimia
It’s all the same
It was all there
We just never knew it
But it’s always been a part of us
But our eyes are opened; now we see

Ugh but did I really woof my cookies in the snow
And kick more snow over so it wouldn’t show?
I tried to clean myself up in the pool, freezing cold
Then went to the bathroom, washed my hands and face and blew my nose
And I wasn’t to surprised when my mom was already in the know…

Whatever distorts your mind
Whatever brings in new light
Its ok cause it’s just a different perception
Hanging out of a skyscraper is dangerous
But doing it once and awhile
Just to see the view…
It’s worth the ‘almosts’ and ‘what ifs’

But now my head is past dizzy
I’m gonna go lay down with the kitty
And hope that I don’t wake before I’m sober
Cause I really hate hangovers
What a terrible night
In the morning we found Mr. Rogers had died

Description
I’m so fucked up
I’m shaking
And I can’t see straight
My mind is reeling
I think everything is beautiful
And insightful.

And before I lie down and begin to tremor
And vomit
And wish I’d never made this choice
I wanna speak
Speak of all the lovely things I’ve seen tonight

This slushy snow
The blood red
My ruby lips
A yellow gown
My hash browns

SI is like giving birth
I want to be judged on my intentions
Not my actions
But you will be judged on your actions
Despite your intentions

Our alter egos
Are exaggerations
Of ourselves
And based on the emotions we feel inside
At the time that we write

You spoke of orange flavored pussy
Or pussy flavored orange
Or maybe that was a movie
Or maybe you meant
Clockwork orange

And my ex relates
To that man
And that’s how I know
He’s so fucked up and evil
The movie’s like “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”
Only way way old

Be careful of the wet floor
I think we’re stranded here
‘Cause it’s wet
Fucker
Don’t you read?
Can’t you see?

I had to pee like 3 times
The whole time we were there
We were there for like an hour
Though it seemed like seven
And I bet our waiter thought we were fucked
‘Cause we spoke of speaking cats

Depression, SI, Anarchy, bulimia
It’s all the same
It was all there
We just never knew it
But it’s always been a part of us
But our eyes are opened; now we see

Ugh but did I really woof my cookies in the snow
And kick more snow over so it wouldn’t show?
I tried to clean myself up in the pool, freezing cold
Then went to the bathroom, washed my hands and face and blew my nose
And I wasn’t to surprised when my mom was already in the know…

Whatever distorts your mind
Whatever brings in new light
Its ok cause it’s just a different perception
Hanging out of a skyscraper is dangerous
But doing it once and awhile
Just to see the view…
It’s worth the ‘almosts’ and ‘what ifs’

But now my head is past dizzy
I’m gonna go lay down with the kitty
And hope that I don’t wake before I’m sober
Cause I really hate hangovers
What a terrible night
In the morning we found Mr. Rogers had died