march comes in like a lion

Flight Patterns

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I wish I could go back to
Cornfields and gasoline
Falling asleep to the title screen
Forgetting how to breathe

I've been thinking a lot about
This university bubble
And how much I have changed
You wouldn't recognize me

I just feel so fucking sick
This city's way too big
Stomach acid on the streets
Conversations we'll never keep

But I think I'd rather be
Buried in the concrete
In the driveway to your parents' house
Forgetting how to breathe
Forgetting how to breathe
And watching people leave
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