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My toast wasn’t 

Buttered on neither side

On most days I’d rather 

Watch a movie and stay inside 

I played the lotto shuffle 

And lost my metrocard

I’m back to the basics 

I’d rather be inside alone 

I can’t even fake it 

We learn from great writers that came before us

Time might change the date on the clock but I’m still too broke to ride the bus

I’m coming and coming 

I’m going and going 

If this page was glass then it’d be broken