Wilson and I aren’t talking
The big ball and I aren’t talking
I’m not talking to you bitch
I already have a fat lip
What you going to do?
Kill me?
The amount of not giving a fuck
I’m beyond repair and I’m not good enough for anyone
And you just giggle about it behind the clouds
I don’t know what Hermes wanted last night
But if I could break something I would
Oh I did
You didn’t think I’d cut myself over this?
Hahaha
On the island with Wilson
The only real thing is
Nothing
Nothing is real
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