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I don't believe in neon

So collapse that wheel I'll steer from

I don't take notes and I won't take charge

But if it were life or death I'd throw the cards

Calling suits never worked for me

Therapist said I'm doing better

But if that's the case then none of my cuts matter

I need some sun on my skin

Instead of dwelling on me again

Perturbing my old contusions just to make my world feel fool proof

And exploit my frontal lobe

I'm the pimp and the prostitute