If I try out and I make it, should I bail or play it fake? How deep should I look into things? What kind of chances should I take? In a world of new additions, fuck yeah I've made some bad decisions. Somewhere along the feeling grew up, who'd of thought you'd show up? I pulled in to a new driveway last night and I think that I could get used to it. You fool, square tool, think of where you been, all the shit you did, and how you never really got used to it. It only takes you but a little while. A strange attraction to a smile. Until old exploits are explored and it starts to feel like work. I have been I'm a dick cause I scratch when I itch. I can't let go. It's safe to say I get in, I get out, and you shouldn't have to get used to it.
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