I can’t rack it anymore
Whatever’s gonna be another day
I can’t hack it, such a bore
Same old conversation it’s no holiday
I don’t want some stumpy little joint
giving up on it all like always
but I’m scrambling hard to find the point
but I’m wandering strange hallways
trying to invoke a new and better strategy
try to believe it’s not illusion
try to believe but it’s all just math to me
and every concession feels like collusion
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