Systematic

My self pity means nothing.
My expectations mean nothing.

Living and being are two seperate things.
The message is in the cave.
I left my sweater in your car.
Can I get a picture?

Dust in your hair,
plastic eyes.
We were diamonds and they mined us.

By the time I've figured it out,
the song has ended and we're going home.

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