I want to listen to Drake bell's albums, but I probably should do it in airplane mode.

Oh yeah, go wayyy off line for that.

Way, way, way off;

I can't wait till my day off,

Dang

What was I doing?

Oh yeah, writing a song again.

Again.

Yeah.

It goes like:

Don't turn your back on me!

Show me your misery

I am the pretender

You will not watch me

Fiend for a friend, or

Are you my only—

Are you that lonely?

Is it just like this?

What was that look?

Mistook me for a hypocrite, woah!

Nothing needed to be said.

And nothing wanted to be heard,

And what?

You hurt me, there

The world is just obsurd,

And worse, and worse

On the surface

Oh

You said

You keep

Secrets

But just

Keep on

Repeating and repeating things

At meetings, man

You need me, man?

I'm just another planet;

So prepare to land,

A phantom, at the hands of —?

Standing at the gate;

I hate you—

Did you get what you needed, at least?

Did you get to—

Where you were going?

Don't just toss me to the side,

Like one of your rag dolls:

I just got the call—

I want all—

I need all of it.

I picked up the call

I want all—

I need all of it

All of it

All of it.

Nothing needed to be said.

And nothing wanted to be heard,

And what?

You hurt me, there

The world is just obsurd,

And worse, and worse

On the surface

Oh

And—

i just got the call—

I want all—

I need all of it.

I picked up the call

I want all—

I need all of it

All of it

All of it.

Whyyy did you do this?

I didn't meant to.

Whyyy would you say this?

Uh.

Please.

At least I,

Got myself out of that rut,

I'm

The only thing good for a laugh,

Anymore, it's

Awful, sometimes,

And awesome, sometimes;

But I wish I could be Sonny Moore.

Ohh-la-la

Is this a song?

Uh.

It would be,

But it could be,

A passion-struck catastrophe,

Or is that in your dictionary yet?

Encyclopedia, perhaps—

I take my media at glance,

a grain of salt, and then a glass of water;

What's you order?

Plants,

Is that exactly as you planned,

Or placed the bet,

Or better yet,

Your sweater's burning in my bed

(Or in my pants)

Or in my head,

In dreams, Instead

I'm better wet than enter

Anyother

Weather than the forecast has

Implanted on the channel blasters

Yes,

It is just what I had predicted.

Then,

You missed it.

“You missed it”

You missed it,

Oh,

You missed it

Better off dead.

Then,

You missed it

You missed it, man

You missed it

Oh,

You missed it

Just —

Let it pass.

(Like the weather did.)

Now,

Just as I predicted;

A whithered, wilted

Wildflower,

Dancing in my eyes

Inside the tower,

While I cowered under,

Struck with love,

And nothing else thereafter;

That was the plan, yea?

For Ever After

For Ever After

For Ever After

Yes,

It is just what I had predicted.

Then,

You missed it.

“You missed it”

You missed it,

Oh,

You missed it

Better off dead.

Than without love —

You missed it

You missed it, man

You missed it

Oh,

You missed it

That's two.

Are we going anywhere with this?

Home, I hope.

(Wherever that is.)

…

No more songs?

…no, that's it.

Are you sure

?

…

…

. . .

No.

Proceed.

I Uh,

Didn't even want to be a writer,

But in spite of, the dire

Uh—

What was that?

Uh,

Nothin'

Uh—

Sounded like rap.

Yeah,

Uh,

— Nah.

No, it's not rap?

Uh,

Yeah,

It's not rap, I promise,

I'm not a rapper,

I just happen to be snappy at it,

And my syntax matches exactly

At the pattern that I blabber in,

At random as i'm slanderin'

Vocabulary — acronyms n' antonyms

Like Eminem.

…

…

Proceed.

Prepare to fast again

Prepare at least half of a set list

And dance to this;

Shazam is set to automatic

For the tracks I might have managed to forget

It isn't mischief managed

Panic attack after panic attack

I'm an asshole, at best

But I'm better off dead,

In my head

Insomniac's not racist —

They just don't want to put up with my shit!

Another artist on the verge of politics, ambition

On detox and in recovery

For digging Skrillex.

Fuck this.

Yep.

Hit the decks

Hit the decks

Just collect,

All my checks

And then get

On this jet—

Thank U,

Next,

Thank U,

Next

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