Once again it's five in the morning and I'm stuck on your porch couch
'cause I ruin fucking everything
An angel opens up their upstairs window and beckons down to me
"What's your fucking problem and why the fuck are you always like this?
 You're so bent about the past but you've got nothing good to miss"
Oh no!
I thought that there was way more to this, but I'm just getting over something.
I never took it personally; all the hardcore "don't believe you"s
No more concrete confidence, no more lying to you through your kitchen window
I can't help it if I lose control
I'll just keep lying to myself and say it's my dad's fault
Oh no! I thought that there was way more to this, but I'm just getting over something,
and of course I'll think that a couple words could fix this and one day you'll be saying
"I don't hate you, we just don't talk that much anymore"

Ogbert The Nerd – Get in the Robot

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