You are a gas station knife
That got taken away
For cutting my mattress up
I went to therapy for a couple days
But damn we're we poor
I mean what can I say
My mom didn't like me on the pills anyway, way
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You are a bike that I stole
From a kid that I hate
His dad drove him to my house
I mean he probably had enough on his plate
But damn was I cruel
Probably had a bad day
I dropped his bike off on the Southern state, state
And I'll probably be fine
I fixed it on my own
And I know that you tried
Without you I'd have died
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I found myself
Waiting for something else
I found myself
Waiting for something else
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I found myself
Waiting for something else