It don’t matter at all if I’m blind
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I serve my head up on a plate
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
You fly boys crack me up
Dying crapshooter’s blues
Let’s go place some money on the order of the horses
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
You said meet me at a quarter to twelve
I’ve had too many long nights and cold days
The world just screams and falls apart
Tried to die young with my true love, ended up a millionaire
Going through old photos: Tompa, a day at the park I’d love to have back
Tyler marks the D
I used to drink and I still do, too.
Don’t Curse in Church
This was when Billy first came unstuck in time.
A report upon the consumption of myself
We were all tired of living, but there was no other choice
Put a Madonna lyric in your mouth and spit it at me
A short but happy life on an asteroid.
From the dead: a sense of scale
Knot without rope
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My veins are full of flat cherry cola
USS Discovery
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In a room by myself, I hear the ice start to melt
Interplanetary disinhibitory syndrome
Glasses and broken nights
And I’m never gunna dance again
The floor-is-lava game
Let me tell you a story about war
