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Oh, If I Wrote Myself a Bedtime Story...
Lonely stoner
Sleepless nights
The stars above are far from bright
The earth below could just swallow me up
And no one here would give a second thought
Beautiful dreamer
Quiet kid
Your momma’s not home, and your daddy hid
The world’s screwed up- don’t broadcast it
Just accept it- your life’s a bottomless pit
Cry yourself a river
Sing yourself a song
About being heartbroken, as you
wonder what went wrong
Ecstacy’s no more fun
Your reactions are slow
You didn’t even notice
that that was the last of the dope
What will you do without her?
With nose pierced and blue hair
It’s not that we’re not listening
We just don’t care
You went down to the highway
Stepped onto the road
Too drunk to understand
Why your body went cold
The last thing you see
Is flashing headlights
A honk of your horn
There goes your life
I’m not going to cry
As they scrape you off the ground
Stoners are lost
It’s too late to be found
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