I'm stretching thin
Transparent skin
Don't hold me to that light
Know I will rip
Tap three blue bricks in a row
Tap three red bricks in a row
Tap three yellow bricks in a row
Tap three green bricks in a row
I've found my corner
Blow out enough smoke
That it carries me from room to room
And places me softly in anyone's bed
Then read off all the numbers
On your plastic to get more gold
Local thumb wrestling champ
Of 2018
This is not a cry for attention
This is not a plea for help
This is acknowledgment of everything
I plan to do to myself
I promise to do to myself
You've got the high score
Now it's gone
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