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see me and you, we go to together like snare in a beat. i mean, snare and a kick drum; see my forearm? i carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard on my green miniramp that i built in my backyard. (that’s weird) that’s hard. that scars from playing air guitar when i see you playing at the roxy. tyler, i love you, wanna be just like you; i think about your face and i don’t even fucking try to. wish i had a basement mitt for me to hide you. we could play x-box and listen to ‘in search of..’ and eat donuts over conversating ‘bout what church does, come up with weird ass videos with roach bugs. i’m straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip. and roquelle — that bitch? — you shoulda killed that bitch. you shoulda took me instead. see, if you can’t have her, then he shouldn’t either. and if i can’t have you, then she shouldn’t either; no one should see you, but me and your t-shirt. i worship you until the fucking wrinkles in my knees hurt.
ok i’m done i love this song colossus - tyler gotta be my favorite song on wolf