Maybe its how I get my kicks
Messing with everyone and coloring fears
Maybe its how I get my fix
Its a drug, this praise, this flattery; this shit
I drink it, get high on the compliments, run dry
Take it away and scroll through the day
Addicted to the habits or habitually addicted
How ridiculous
We don't remember - of course we don't
Just let it go - of course we won't
Forget this day, our daily fish
Forget this way, the frequent dish
Watch your self go by in passing shadow
Whine, complain and bitch and moan
Ah fuck, what do I know
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