it's never going to dissipate
vanish into thin air
or a cheesy puff of smoke

this soft experiment of life
mindset after mindset
over and over again
there's a gash in the record
everything just tend to repeat

when the hell did I turn in to a parrot?

and when did life self become gooey slime

it's like Elvis Costello sang

"this is hell, this is hell
I am sorry to tell you
it'll never get better
or worse..."

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