Flipped Banshee

I walked out of bed today

Not a stumble, but a stride

It's something I've taken to ill posture

But why ever bother

We all know God's a lie

So I'm on my medium horse

But how long until I buck myself off?

Is it I who spurs my own ankles?

Well, I'll keep cursing myself in the mirror

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Where's the low tide?

Isn't this the cue for teenage implosion?

Still kicking around

And I haven't been high in two weeks

Guess I'm getting better

But I bet against my own odds

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When was it ever alright, to be alright?