Can you guess what floor we’re on?
It’s so funny to think
That you think
That we’re conducive
Billowy thoughts of grandeur
Pleasant pillows are allowed to believe
That the world revolves around them
Nicotine abrasiveness on your eardrums
Self induced smiles smell the worst
Blank pocket check
Have anything you want
The shrill being of it feels like a
Punishment
I’m sorry, did you want to be here?
I’m so sorry, did they make you feel ____
My mind is all
Lights and blurs
Push it further
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