out on the road little boys let their beards grow oh so busy talking about the things that we don抰 know all done worrying about the things we used to be (i抦 too busy finding out what i抦 gonna be) and finding weapons of mass destruction to combat this boredom that claws at my eyes, my ears no longer can i worry about whether these words have touched you or failed you?fuck, you抮e too busy bitching about clothes that do not fit so play the violins i抣l keep getting in the van worry about money for the rest of my life just so that you can have this to talk about our time is to spend time with you and if you don抰 want it well that抯 fine too walk right out that door this room was growing cold with you this room that is my home and i cannot and i must not and i will not let clean shaven boys that all look the same toss hand grenades into this my faith
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