I'm walking through the part of town where I shouldn't be singing screaming
fighting and biteing.
I find a bar look at the lights act as if I'm a part of the crew soon after I enjoy
line after line of instant happines looking for some one too keep me warm and you might
just do let me grab a shot of life and a line of awake and we can call your house home,
time is not on our side and time stops with more and more lick and line, I'm not a
hipstor I swear but you are and you want what I have to more drags from this smoke and we
can go back to your place, fuck this stuff taste like shit and now I can't sleep what
insanity I live drag after drag my thoughts turn into word that I wright down for you to
read, looking for love in dark bathrooms finding it in happiness of white keys, don't
worrie about me tho I'm living the law of the city the law of the duechbag wich
I'm not but you onced called me so here I am a city 753 miles aways filling my life
with the shit that's cut so much you know nothing but you no the truth this isn't
me but city tells me I'm this and now I'm this and your gone so I'm just a
hipster with a hangover and a drug problem
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