I heard your socks, being such wary
My eyes blinked, when i saw weary
And on your caps, the marijuana prints
And on my socks, the marijuana prints
Like museum, who be remind me
Of past life who I came here to kill
The hot coffee, the hot coffee
Tasty like water
Your eyes have screens
Not blue like the deep
But I don't care, oh my god why would I
Nobody understood it then so they won't now
You were walking, to the toilet
I imagined you getting out and coming back
You were there, again, and you disappeared
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