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• Artiste: Morning...
• Titre: Glamour Shots
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i'm in the kitchen, shaking like i'm that fucking cold i'm in the bathroom, staring at a kid who won't grow old i'm not cut out for this, no snow's coming down on my august as usual overcoats at the shore. ocean's frozen. no one's really around no one really knows why they've been taking photos at parties where everyone's glad, drinks in their hands the girls line up for glamour shots and disperse into the living room, dressed to impress. i came with an old friend, and when i lose her it's just me and a sea of colored glass on the counter. better judgement is such a load of shit so glad everybody's here tonight. alright some bird sits next to me, talkin speedy about my shirt or some shit i'm not here. i'm not in the right places tonight. i drink til she disappears, and gets up wondering "what the hell is he even doing here?" i think there's someone upstairs who has me doing all my shots in pairs. what's her name again? i drink 'til she disappears, or becomes a segment of a dream that i'm dreaming 'til i stumble out the door, or become something more.