Flu Seasons

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Basement a Concrete glow

The nostalgia is in my bones

The marrow

All flu seasons go away

You'll live another day



Fucking great

I feel fucking great

I'm on a role like butter

Like strawberry jam



Remember that time

We tripped shrooms

In the basement room

Of my parent's house

And I remembered that I had friends

And I remembered that I loved them

I said I always like the art I make

When I see it a little later

And so you showed me the piece of paper

And I liked it more

Than I did before



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Hey, I'm making a thing for you

And I hope that you like it

Because that's why I made it



Hey, with staples and elmer's glue

And I need you to say that it's good

And I'm good

I used to get no pleasure out of this

I used to couldn't cry



But now I

I feel great, I feel fucking great

I'm on a role like butter



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