Felt a pain in my abdominal wall
As I launched my tennis shoes down the hall
Think about my good friends back in Chapel Hill
Throw up black coffee and Benadryl
My head loses vital pressure as it circles the drain
Brace the wall for support as it circles the drain
We sit together in your squalid room
Kept as cold as a private tomb
We listen to the scriptures of the weather forecaster
Try to find self-improvement in the holes of your plaster
But fixing yourself can be pretty fucking hard
Yeah fixing yourself can be pretty fucking hard
Reap the seeds that we've both sown
I'd rather die early than have to atone
Won't be too much longer til the heat dies down
You'll get your wish, I'll get out of town
Maybe I'll come back to the place where I thrived
The winter's gonna kick my ass if I make it out alive
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