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...then i realized i just was just trying to be Ingmar Bergman...
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This is that Journey Song your mom was trying to sing when she made you
Little buttercup
From Christ and Mom to Lucy and vape juice
And you’ve been saving up for this weekend
But for some reason, fucking at Crater Lake sounds kinda extra right now
But you’re that Lucky Charm that mom refused to buy at the grocery
Look, I’m all grown up
I drank your cup, yeah, I kinda trust you
Swedish Fishes and Bibi Andersson on my lap
I let your fingers in, impatient with Persona
New aesthetic, old intentions
All got debt to pay
New aesthetic, old intentions
I got hell to pay
Remember that Uber gig that robbed your third eye blind and bought your groceries
Plus a couple cute ones here and there, but you’d never push it
But she just took you there
You had weed to spare
Then she whispered: “You like Neutral Milk? Boy, you can call me Levlen.”
By the time that stranger had digested, her dad came home and quoth “Relax, man!
Let the students’ lingo dilate every eye, every tax break
Funnel tapas while seeing double in foreign 'languages.”
Apocalypse is more authentic downtown.
Tinder writ holy
I pray for the market (sucks, but hey…)
I like your taste and your employment
Your art house marijuana
This is some probably-fake acid
“Wait, was I molested as a kid?”
I’ll was crying, but you’ll like it
You’ll kissed me, I felt better
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