So god damn this boiling space
The Spanish Sahara

I slept til I threw up I slept til I threw up Gone are the days of Wine and roses They just make me Nauseous now I slept til I felt drunk I slept while you had lunch Lunch with a girl who Has hair as Soft as baby's breath In morning Lunch with a girl who Takes time to Listen to every word You utter I slept til I woke up Then there was not much Much to do so I think of you I crawl back Between the sheets

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