at the bar by Blue MedleyLost in a cacophony of vices
Overlapping in an endless loop of jubilance and debauchery
I rest stilted in science
Sitting and spitting to many verses to keep track
Each one worst than the last
Yet still to many to keep in my cap
Surrounded by familiar faces
I feel so out of place
I'm just here spacing. 10/16/2017 Posted on 10/16/2017 Copyright © 2024 Blue Medley
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