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Don't hover around me,
Cause there won't be a drawing in the end if you watch,
The slow graceful lines make me look like i'm not sketching.
They make me look like I'm working on a masterpeice,
Untill you shake the table that is.

Sitting alone, next to the woodstove,
John Klemmer's music making me chill.
It reminds me of slow, slow,
S
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November nights,
Doing pages of homework,

I've never seen anyone 
Fight over a knife,
Quite like those three,
Just to say, ha, it was our turn to cut.
I mean of course it's the best part,
But why is is so damn important,
To cut an avocado? 
 

It's the only song,
I will sing,
With all my heart,
And you are not going to stop me. 
And it's so true.
And you,
And youuuuuu...
And I only know 5 lines,
So let's put them on repeat, 

I want you to burn in hell.
Cause of your idiotic form of deception, 
You got my heart and my head tied up in one big knot,
In a ball of string, 
And I'm just trying to thread the needle.
 

He sits there trying to think, laughs, cracks a stupid joke and calls me a sweaty baka. I've learned to ignore it.
He's the trier. He just tries and fails or just screws it for himself.
They call me a try hard