My collection of aches and lows is larger than the selection on HBO 🤪

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LYRICS

I let this body do its own thing
My mind its own kind, both fool and king
Gears in my ears, chime, rhyme and ring
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose
Let’s see how deep this gory-hole goes

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Apoplectic, copacetic, autistic, nihilistic
Anorexia, dyslexia
My dysphoria’s dialectic
Did you say pop corn or cock porn?
My collection of aches and lows 
larger than the selection on HBO

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Phantom limbs lie under my skin
My mind holds me to ransom
I speak random
Run dry when my colors run thin
Beliefs can’t follow my pace
Griefs stacked up all over the place
Relief is only an act of grace 

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I’m consumed by wildfires
Ruled and doomed by unruly desires
Sires and hires, all fucking liars
Now I claw amongst the walking deniers
I’m now reaching higher
Walking on hot and high wires
Is it dire? 
Check my ire, priors and tires
Tell me if you’ve got what this requires
Maybe best you retire
Back to the Shire
Back to those you admire
Back to your satire
You little squire

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I’m riding on wind, see?
Finding who sleeps in my bed with me
Challenging laws of gravity
Managing falls and sanity

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No frenzy
Don’t rent me
I’m empty
Don’t tempt me
OCD. ADD
I’m friendly
But caustic 
Eccentric, exotic, erotic, neurotic, psychotic
Check my diagnostic
Catholic atheist, existentialist
Joyfully suicidal 
Thinks like a child
A runt, a punk and a monk

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Did I say I was riding wind?
But maybe the wind is riding me
Maybe I’m treading on air
As far as I can see
Feeding the bear a prayer
Reeling in this chair
Feeling all impaired
Grieving as I stare
Healing from miscare
Begging to be spared
But why do I even care?

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