i don't worry anymore, i don't get so overwhelmed. i've got all my clothes laid out - brown on brown on brown. and i would call you sometime this july to tell you something i was thinking about my kitchen light. but i know you like those thoughts written down, and now that's one less thing i have to worry about.
and i turn blue thinking of your room in the morning. i turn blue and it's got me howling from the time i brush my teeth.
and i turn blue thinking of your room in the morning. i turn blue, the color so heavy i fall underneath entirely.
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