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Uh- it meant nothing to a passerby, a comedy of errors transformed into a tragic fight

Forget thriving barely surviving on a half a life

Oh what I wouldn't give to just have problems of an average height

So just cast some magic right?

I'm getting a little old to keep up with every ratchet night

Like that matters right? Until the afterlife I'm cashing pipes and going on a lark in the dark just to catch the light

Like I'm obsessed with the sunshine my quest for the punchlines is best when it's crunch time, and yet

I don't know how the flow is gonna go so I just guess and then do my best not to fret

Like teardrops on my guitar, is it my spirit body working or my human avatar?

I mean- really? I'm not trying to be too be avant garde

But what's the point of healing if the wound hasn't scarred?

Yeah- I know it's hard- to be the roughest in the yard you gotta toughen up your guard