when i wake up with my speakers i snooze too late on my back 'til noon can bending corners straighten hallways by the afternoon if i'm not waiting for no one why am i waiting it seems like every day i pull my slivers during arts and crafts i'm really trying hard at getting nowhere fast but i'll stick it out another five until my clothes are dry 'til my brain stops spinning it seems like everyday i'm pulling slivers are you waiting because i'm always hating

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