My friends tell me,
You're growing older, growing colder
Calloused if you will,
You keep pushing away and you'll end
Up on the other side.
I say, impossible, because that's
Where I already reside
Keep that in mind, my minds design is
To reveal secrets in due time.
A cat on each shoulder, cigarette, lighter
(Purrrr), you people
Tend to make me feel sorta kinda sick,
So I'll be in the corner
Talking to myself, I mean the cats
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