No one noticed you had disappeared Its been two days no connection Pile of hardware making hits If the quality is high At the party there’s a place for you On the guest list there’s a place for you In a somebody’s arms In the real world, it's at your front door Wanting everything and moving places Worn to make the mind crash Snaping into Making sense Being off schedule with the world
Still Cheeks on Speed
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