If you got it alright,
Then take a moment, and take a nap,
Because you're aake in the light,
You're cooking in a ktichen,
Built in a cardboard box,
With faulty circuits,
Overloaded to the max,
And burning the candle at both ends,
Because if you weren't,
You'd know you're just the place you're meant to be,
And your fresh perspective is current.
And it's alright,
Living like your head's chopped off,
Until your bones start revolting with pain,
And you realize you live without love.
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