I hadn't hit the bottom.
They had seen me falling,
and they yelled out, “Oh, we got him!”
The autumn, it can also be the fall.
I spring into things, and I never think about it at all.
And it could do me some good
to think of all the things I could be doing,
But instead I'll sit in my room and be ruined.
On a roof with my friends. a skyline filled with cigarettes.
Climbing out of windows. Another day, I suppose.
It wasn't anything new. Reminded me of you.
I stood up. I looked at the moon.
The ceiling was appealing with the stars that were punctured
in the lungs of the people who were feeling without functions.
Me, a space heater, and a guitar.
Sitting in a bedroom.
Sometimes I digress from what I'm talking about.
It stresses me out!
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