Junior League
Wasted days on nerves
Fuel for old wives tales
Uncertain future
Being candid is exhausting
Thermometers pop
If you feel anything from my cadence
I hope it's so hot it's cold
Coming down from LSD is easier than this
I scratched your name into a thousand pencils and left them outside your playpen
When you're old enough I'm going to buy you your first beer
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