When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces
The names and the trends
High school never ends!
Mfw I awake, becoming cognizant of a form - a carrion-bird in configuration - looming over, largesse spread across the air-scape. Wings creating premature gloaming, casting away light.
I’m in the men’s room, staring at myself in the mirror—tan and haircut perfect—checking out my teeth which are completely straight and white and gleaming.
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