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[my rocky road ice cream fell in the dirt, but i ate it anyway]

come out, come out on the edge

where all the lights are glowing

and you've got 600 x 800 mega pixels in your head

i'm the only one who see's what you really mean

so come out, out on the edge

when the world is finally at its' end

and fleas are picking under your skin

and you keep seeing black and white

but you're biting at your nails to see what color is

embracing is an infatuation

fucking pays a dime

when people are colliding and you just glare and scream

you've got 600 x 800 mega pixels in your head....

and you're trust has now just become lust.

then i guess that makes you an ice cream cone.