i measure time in seconds between cigarrettes
donīt mind choking on cold regrets
enamored with the possibility of getting so blind i donīt wanna see
be everything you didnīt want to be
let apathy set you free
everything you hated we sold our souls to walk right on past you
how long iīve waited, unimportant, frustrated
scream the lines at people between cigarrettes
donīt mind taking something i havenīt had yet
been splitting my head til i canīt see
so you lay it all out right in front of me
no time to wonder what youīre gonna be
let apathy set you free.
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