I’m eating junk food in the dark I’m crying because I don’t feel A multiplayer game is on But I don’t wanna play it anymore I need to fuck myself up Because I don’t plan on surviving An accident or a gun to the head Whichever is fine by me The spear is aged and dull And I don’t see the point I used to, but not right now
Those damn bears I envy them so damn much They sleep through winter like I wanna sleep through life Or at least a few years of life I’d sleep a few years and then I’d come back to see if the world is still fucked up and if I can deal with it Otherwise; a few more years of blessed sleep I’d keep going like this until I either become happy or just… die Best I can do right now is go to sleep for twelve hours, so that’s what I’ll do
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Let me know if you would like to sleep for twelve hours also, I’d love to hear about it!
I love to go to sleep when everybody else are beginning to wake up During the night everything shuts the fuck up That’s when I can think again And breathe Weeknights are best That’s when it’s the most quiet This is why I need to get rich So I can go to sleep in my own time And be rid of this fucking social jetlag