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You got a closet, you call it a room. There's a window on the gutter and you call it a view. It's been a few months since the sun came through, that endless gray it just looks down on you. The neighbors don't think much of you with your bad posture and dumb tattoos. Had a job but it didn't last long, had a partner and they're long gone. The sky could break any second on the way to work ya can't bear to be soaked through talking to those jerks. At the end of the day you're lyin' awake...did the good intentions outweigh the mistakes? Your friends are nowhere to be found. How will you ever make your family proud. You're a fucked up queer hiding underground, you've been fucked with, beat up, and passed around. When you've been living in the margins for so fucking long that it's the only place you're ever gonna belong...when you're convinced you're worthless, mustve been born wrong, and no one could love such a sorry one...when it's too late to call and the liquor store's closed....flashing back to abuses that nobody knows....feeling ashamed of the life that you "chose"....pull the gun from your head 'cause it's not time to go.

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from Peeple Watchin'​/​Nona split 7", released March 23, 2012

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