lying on a blow up mattress next to my friends all except one who’s on poppers and can’t stop moving i’m so sleepy but i hear people laughing about it so i open up my eyes like a little kid trying to get a later bedtime
they built a dream cave with streamers and smoke machines and i climb in through the window checking on the chicken nuggets they pick them up with chopsticks and i can’t stop thinking about it
i feel so sick but it passes in a minute out of the cab stepping into the air
stony sleep creeping crawling into bed swimming dreamy inside my head
(i guess all you need to remember is that it's gonna be alright in the end and if it's not alright it's not the end)
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