What is it about them? I must be missing something. They just keep doing nothing. They're too intoxicated to be scared. We're better off without them. They're nothing but unstable. They bring ashtrays to the table and that's about the only thing they share. I'm in their secondhand smoke, still just drinking canned coke. I don't need a xanny to feel better. On designated drives home, I'm the only one who's not stoned. Don't give me a xanny now or ever.
Waking up at sundown, they're late to every party. Nobody's ever sorry. They're too inebriated now to dance. It's morning as they come down. Their pretty heads are hurting. They're awfully bad at learning. They make the same mistakes and blame circumstance. I'm in their secondhand smoke, still just drinking canned coke. I don't need a xanny to feel better. On designated drives home, I'm the only one who's not stoned. Don't give me a xanny now or ever.
Please don't try to kiss me on the sidewalk on your cigarette break. I can't afford to love someone who isn't dying by mistake in Silver Lake. What is it about them? I must be missing something. They just keep doing nothing. They're too intoxicated to be scared.
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