I don’t think I’ll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
But everythings so lucid
And so creepy
Since k got over me
Since k got over me
Theres a hole inside my skull
With warm air blowing in
Standing on the sidewalk
Where do I begin?
I dont think I’ll be happy anymore
I guess I closed that door
But every night, a strange geometry
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
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