My little silver toaster
Is burning off the edges of my morning frown
These days feel like roller coasters
You limp just like a rag-doll
I hang upside-down
I've been faking to all my old friends
Staring straight and walking
'Til I hit the coast and then
Alone at home I
Hack off my split-ends
And bury them back at the arches
So I can
And gave me a love that I'm
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