Olde Pine
Foreskin Jetpack
we don't know what we're doing we don't see whats left behind all we know is where were going but its a place i haven't found and i'm torn between my heart and a clear head lately i need so much more than oxygen to walk this path i tread all the right words come out of the wrong mouth for you you pick your poisons and drink them too you pick me up just to put me right back down heavy hands cover glassy eyes you pick the poisons that eat your insides
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