The 2 A.M Writer

Locker Room Waste

Just a joke

Jester on a hook, feed me to the fishes

Let their gills give me new oxygen

Under water is more bliss than yesterday

At least now I can die in silence

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Smack your lips

Giving them reasons, giving me reasons

Always missing my alarm clock

Earlier to bed, longer till rise

Let me give you something good

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I\'m not me

I\'m not him, not her type

Not my own cup of piss

Load the chamber with my perforating esteem

Smoke from the barrel calms more than cigarettes

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