Those Dirty Erasers Suck Yo

Make my pages rain inside my casket

Do the running man until sweat makes your somber shoes start slipping sipping freedom

Be goofy without giving a damn for ten seconds

Then you can go back to whatever you want

Hardcover living, bound correctly to off-road travels

Paperback heart, sometimes a hassle

Quote, warning signs of failure flipping pages into a super sensitive microphone

That’s how my heart was born.

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