the day is new and so are you
a little overcast but forever blue
things have changed, but where are you?
don't need weed to pass the time
i get fucked up, and forget my line
let's go to work, sober as a nun
jack of all trades but master of none
obsessively search for meaning behind
the time you were born, no need to rewind
i fucked up, claimed to be alive
but i told a tall tale and i wanna dive
back into your beautiful depths
come back to me and we'll keep unkempt.
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