Now believe it or not, I'm a
lousy conversationalist oh
Do you know, I really can believe it
It's not as if you were any happier then it's
just that you were younger
No, don't turn the air conditioning off
I like it chilly, keeps me awake
Time passes we watch tv
this table is filthy
We recall every song ever
made and it does us no good
I love walking and I feel it's very therapeutic
When I can get out, walk around, I'm very happy
I just enjoy the countryside
would you like to know my Fitbit record?
Here he comes now
a florid man who hates affectation
a voluptuary digesting the horrors
It's passing away
Excuse me, I'm passing away
my last afternoon as myself
revolting and empty
Has he gone, yes he's gone now
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