jim shepard - untitled #7 lyrics
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she speaks highly of me
she speaks about me so much her boyfriend gets tired of hearing about it
[?]
he kind of gave me a tired look
but he was sick of me
he was sick of hearing her talk about me and enamoring me on some sort of miniature tennis ball that she’d created out of her own grey matter
i wasn’t one to talk
my grey matter had been cl!cking and twisting and squirming like a junkie trying to get off of naropa [?]
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