lying in my plastic bed,
thinking how things weren't so cool to me.
my baby likes to shoot pool,
i like lying naked in my bedroom.
tying on the dinosaur tonight,
it used to be so cool.
now i've got the needle,
and i can shake,
but i can't breathe.
i take it away, but i want more and more.
one day i'm going to lose this war.
-bradley james nowell
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