another year
some minutes to spare
same old clothes but i've grown on my hair
and i smoke too much and i get bored too fast
most days pass, nothing much last

'cause on the old wooden bench
where i sit, theres not much to say
once it comes down to it
and i spare you my insolent stare
one 345 night this was your share[?]

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