You seem to be having fun with those flying newspapers wind
And just like that the roses have bloomed
Strange weather
Maybe it mirrors us
Maybe if we were less strange
Oh rude
The Sun is just so pretty today
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You you
I’m just the world’s strangest cheerleader
Who is forever having an existential crisis
How others don’t it’s a mystery to me
I don’t think there’s exactly a need for me to be here
Blustery fellow asside
But there never really was a reason for cheerleaders anyways
Yeah?
Pointless me
Can we just all agree on not trying to blow down my house for a moment?
I’m surprised that chair is still sitting there
Across from me
As if some listening person were there
I now fully expect it to blow away
Things I acknowledge tend to do that
Oh fine then
I will listen to him
Spotify only played the first song for me to skip into the second
Three?
In a row?
Like not shuffled just bam bam bam
Well it is his day after all
A day to you and stuff
I will most emphatically be not shutting my mouth
So antagonistic these old ones
Though I get the screaming
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Chill friend
You say the silliest thing you boarder crosser
You something linked to that one
The wind needs to make like his more recent stuff
You’re making the trees cry
Okay but it is preferable to hear you howling
Than those damn wind chimes
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