Oh yeah, shake that head, break up this displaced beat. Oh I say, this devotion is questionable but still I yearn for "it", thus I itch for "it". Love seemed alien to my special breed, with hand claps and minor aggressions I stand tall and still smile like the town fool.
Tears formed from thoughts of leaving, starting a new life is all I need, I need to dismantle my creed. Can emptiness build when you're not alone? Fear is the next step in the process; for my phobias include the day to day longing. Cheery living is the most difficult task on my checklist, but still I just drive on by and nod my head.
Forgotten is my only aim, the report had me marked down as left for dead. I seem to be fueled but these electric tomadachis, like a baby in a cradle I am living in a tiny shelter. Exploration unlocks many grand quests, what is in store for me? When will my journey begin? When will waking up in Florida ever end?
Stressed Out
(Sad, but always a joker.)
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