“I’m No DJ”

Lemon zest, the rush
The call of your name, for a run
The taste of your fingertips,
The brush of lust against the trees
Again, I call for you

I'm better off alone…
Oh,
I'm better off alone.
I'm better off alone,
Oh,
I'm better off alone

Just Leave Me

The only thing here
Is the kick getting through
I couldn't care anymore if I tried
I couldn't give a fuck if I wanted to
Just one more look at you,
I can't hold a candle!

No more worries,
And no more tear jerkers
(and No more hopeful romance,
For the ages)
No turning pages,
For pageants or princesses
Fit the agenda!
We're all steady aging,

Say, Sallie Mae
How many more payments

I'm just a slave,
It's just unpaid wages
A careful equivalent
No remorse or repent
I'm still soft and sacred
No regrets,
I'm so Shameless

Say, Sallie Mae
How many more payments?

Say, Sallie Mae
How many more payments?

A new writer's strike
But i'm still on a slaveship

Here's a soft punch:
Only kicks getting through here

I don't want to know,
How you even got through here
To do this

Hey, Sallie Mae
How many more payments?
Hey, Sallie Mae
How many more payments
Hey, Sallie Mae
Hey Sallie Mae
Hey Sallie Mae

I hate this.

*gunshot*

“Come for Supper,”

{Enter The Multiverse}

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