ping pong

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[this one is about ping pong, and a reminder for me to stop swearing]

I wanna be fucking faded on a Tuesday night
I say what I know and I do what's right
When I see stars, wanna bathe in your light
Do what you want, I won't put up a fight

Push me off a fucking cliff, I'm always wrong
No matter what I change, I never belong
Thin, fat, tall, short, or even fucking long
I bounce right away from you, call it ping pong

All of my words encase your being
You taint them with your spirit, seeing is believing
You could've said sooner that you knew you were leaving
I can't help but lie, can't help but not be healing

Your soul consumes my every thought, please go away
The thought that you might be somebody else's someday
Your comes-and-goes haunt me, leave or stay
I wanna be fucking faded on a fucking Tuesday

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