Shampoo by poetry for punks

and we all get to sleep somehow
all rolled out my eyes by the time you get up
she was a gift from hell
hollow body synced up with the devil himself
i keep running to the store
eleven dollars for the hours that were meant for us both
i don't make noise anymore
four wall paper thin dont disturb anyone


i don't know why i said it'll help
still did what i did cause i needed it then
i admit that i wasn't well
little tricks just to help me ride the wave out
and you would use it too
sought the lust out to feel something true
i learned all this from you
i don't know what i need anymore but the truth

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