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sometimes
smooches pup (2016)
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this time
satellite (2026)
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| i didn't eat today | I couldn’t eat today, |
| and i don't know why | and I don’t know why. |
| i want to waste away | I want to fade away |
| and i want to cry | and I want to cry. |
| but it's okay to be hungry | I didn’t sleep last night |
| sometimes | and I don’t know why. |
| I hope tonight will be different | |
| i took another shot | as we lay beneath the night sky. |
| or maybe it was four | |
| this vodka's all i've got | Got out of bed for the |
| i wanna hit the floor | eleven thousandth time. |
| You’d be impressed if you could feel | |
| but it's okay to get shit faced | how hard it was |
| sometimes | to lift my head. |
| i had twenty bucks | I brushed my teeth today. |
| i needed food and gas | It’s about damn time. |
| but who gives a fuck | You would be proud if you had seen |
| i bought another glass | how hard it was |
| to lift my hands. | |
| i'd rather starve than be sober | |
| sometimes | I almost slipped today, |
| and I don’t know why. | |
| i couldn't sleep last night | I swore that it would be different |
| and i sure know why | this time. |
| cause i'm full of fright | |
| and can't calm my mind | I ate a meal today, |
| I think that’s good enough. | |
| but it's okay to feel restless | You would agree if you just knew |
| sometimes | how hard it was |
| to keep it down. | |
| and in my waking dreams | |
| i watch my loved ones die | I swear it’s gonna be different… |
| and i can't stop their screams | I swear it’s gonna be different. |
| from inside my mind | |
| I almost slipped today, | |
| but it's okay to feel like this | and I don’t know why. |
| sometimes | I swore that things would be differen― |
| and when i close my eyes | I didn’t slip today, |
| they are full of blood | and that’s quite alright. |
| smeared with guts and gore | I know that things will be different |
| it feels like a flood | this time. |
| but it's okay to think like this | |
| ...right? |