C Sartre from Heterotopia by Anxious Kids Make Good People

Just like the spreading shade of a chestnut blights the grass
I'm not down I'm not depressed I just think my happiness will kill you
I see myself a foolish romantic unwanted pedantic
I am running and you're a pace apart
A beautiful character, a quizzical Sartre

Just like this shade of the chestnut tree blights the grass
I'm hanging out by the overpass
Walking the parking lots of broken glass
just trying to get my bus pass
did you hear they raised the fare?

If I was caught in the vamera eye with it's blistering stare
I can't imagine I'd be unbreaking
Hats off the porno actresses
Beautiful character but so much more than that
always dealing with the lead in the chest the ice in the gut
The spreading shade of a chestnut tree I feel nauseous

I feel nauseous, I feel nauseous, I feel nauseous

No matter what I say, no matter what I do
I will never be good enough for you

See Sartre, C Sartre.

Just like a spreading shade of a chestnut tree blights the grass
All these people walking tall, casting long shadows
Blot out the sun
stand on barren ground where no seed can find purchase

I'm not down I'm not depressed I just think my happiness would kill you.

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