Your drug of choice
Mix it with a voice
A voice that’s creepy
Like a nice color red
Laid out on the bed
Someone's been on this bed before you
Your barrettes and bracelets
Become like
A little missiles in your mind
You asshole
Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what
They're taking
You think this is fun
When you are one of those
Awkward strangers
And low is ambition this time
Out of my head
Out of my own bed
I wake to find another
In a coffee black
I look back to the shack
The one that's covered in vines
Your barrettes and bracelets
Become like
A little missiles in your mind
You asshole
Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what
They're taking
You think this is fun
When you are one of those
Awkward strangers
And low is ambition this time
Your barrettes and bracelets
Become like
A little missiles in your mind
You asshole
Just press the one
Then you'll get some of what
They're taking
You think this is fun
When you are one of those
Awkward strangers
And low is ambition this time
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