“I’m No DJ”

Lemon zest, the rush The call of your name, for a run The taste of your fingertips, The brush of lust against the trees Again, I call for you I'm better off alone… Oh, I'm better off alone. I'm better off alone, Oh, I'm better off alone Just Leave Me The only thing here Is the kick getting through I couldn't care anymore if I tried I couldn't give a fuck if I wanted to Just one more look at you, I can't hold a candle! No more worries, And no more tear jerkers (and No more hopeful romance, For the ages) No turning pages, For pageants or princesses Fit the agenda! We're all steady aging, Say, Sallie Mae How many more payments I'm just a slave, It's just unpaid wages A careful equivalent No remorse or repent I'm still soft and sacred No regrets, I'm so Shameless Say, Sallie Mae How many more payments? Say, Sallie Mae How many more payments? A new writer's strike But i'm still on a slaveship Here's a soft punch: Only kicks getting through here I don't want to know, How you even got through here To do this Hey, Sallie Mae How many more payments? Hey, Sallie Mae How many more payments Hey, Sallie Mae Hey Sallie Mae Hey Sallie Mae I hate this. *gunshot* “Come for Supper,” {Enter The Multiverse}

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