Anxious

Lyrically outfitted, been outdated an overrated saturated cup fell over, splashed all over

And you dated the space that I filled

Inundated with the Common will

Big Will.

Missing the gist fell out with a hiss and my lucky strike and my hand and a lighter, i don't know if I thought I could I would but it all go with---

one

two

three

four

I forgot I needed more, I think I left something home I think I left the lighter I think I left the stove on I think I left the fridge open I don't think I locked the door.

Someone tell me something more my brain is riding out, it beat feet to the street leaving me, a passenger

It's perpetuated it's perpendicular with a bunch of words that sounds sort of similar.

And it's the space that you filled

Inundated with the Common will

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Lyrically outfitted, outdated, overrated,

A saturated cup tipped over, splashed all over.

And you dated the space that I filled

Inundated by the common will.

Big will

Missing the gist, I slipped with a hiss—

Lucky strike in hand, no lighter.

Thought I could, maybe I would,

But it all went—

One, two, three, four—

I forgot, I need more.

Did I leave the stove on?

Did I leave the fridge open?

Did I lock the door?

My brain beat feet to the street,

Left me on the floor

It’s perpetuated, perpendicular,

Words that sound sort of similar.

And the space you filled?

Still inundated by the common will.