Misery enjoys company. Guess that's why she needs me now.
It's two in the morning, and I'm trying to sleep on the couch.
Floors full of needles. Ouch.
Pop in a cork to clog my heart from bleeding out.
All the while screaming at the ceiling. Wow.
Loner; I hate people. Well, not the entire species.
But individually, I wonder how am I with these freaks?
Another judgmental pothead. What else is new?
Nothing. Now tell me to get a job to self improve.
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