the days are getting brighter
my hair continues to get longer
the clouds rest over in the distance
today is a good day to rot
the cars seem to be slowing down lately
my thoughts tend to be tedious and difficult
an overindulgence in a single thought will be the death of me
and today is a good day to rot
my friends are not as real as they were at the start
but maybe i should stop making excuses
because i'm wasting my days singing songs and playing guitar
slowly losing the appeal i thought could never die
i am not hungry, i am not angry, i am not ready for you yet
my fingers will not leave the confines of my jeans
there is a crack in the sky where we always used to play
and the hole in the hull defied the crew's attempts to bail us out
i watched my skin grow pale and fade to bone
today must be a good day to rot
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