Whether
It’s Jim and Pam
Or Hughie and Annie
There’s a million fucking writers
Banking on your sympathy
onansitic apathy
the absurdity of intimate lexicography
And
You took the font
And
I took the name
I wanted to you write you stories
But got lost a long the way
And hope only hurts
If you don’t believe
And
Behind every piece of cringe
Is someone else’s best
And behind every David Lynch
Is someone else’s Dune
As Kyle drinks a blue moon
Just ask my good friend Seth
And behind every David Lynch
Is someone else’s Dune
You faded like a teardrop
That hit upon the ground
And darling dearest
I thought you’d never come around
To absolve yourself
Of everything you’ve done
Wishing me the best in
Fate, Hope, and Love
And fate only stings
When you’re trying to leave
And behind every piece of cringe
Is someone else’s best
And behind every David Lynch
Is someone else’s Dune
As Kyle drinks a blue moon
Just ask my good friend Seth
And behind every piece of cringe is
Someone else’s best
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