Cluttercore
The Town Criers
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I walk these rooms as carefully As one traverses a memory There's a thousand things that I've held on to Convince myself it's not 'cuz of you Boxing away that part of my brain In hopes that I forget it Dead flowers and art house projects Like I think I'm some kind of modern poet I got video games from every era But I got no love from dear ole papa Got a clothing chair that reaches the ceiling A microcosm on how I'm feeling Video games from every era But I got no love from dear ole papa Got a clothing chair that reaches the ceiling A microcosm on how I'm feeling I'm a little afraid to invite people in Ashamed by rooms of inadequacies Could anybody love me if they truly knew me? Like how I'll collect idiosyncrasies To give life meaning but it's a charade to save face Still bird statues and friendship memorials Make me smile in the right light I got video games from every era But I got no love from dear ole papa Got a clothing chair that reaches the ceiling A microcosm on how I'm feeling Video games from every era But I got no love from dear ole papa Got a clothing chair that reaches the ceiling A microcosm on how I'm feeling
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