Same damn time, same fucking place.
Everything around here is awful.
Something isn’t right here, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Something isn’t right here, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Pull yourself right up with your own two hands;
I hope that you can.
Same damn time, same fucking place.
By the time everyone arrives,
the burners are off and the dishes are done.
The lights are turned off and the residents are drunk,
passed out in the kitchen while the refrigerator hums.
And even the dogs are asleep.
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