I just really want you to listen to this song.
You taste like tomorrow
I smell yesterday in here.
I smell all of your future meaningful decisions.
You're gonna think they're oh, so difficult
but all we need is space.
My sex is messy and takes up your whole life.
I'm ahead of you
I'm ahead having fun with your future bad decisions
I'm your luck this year
you're in my lucky year.
I'm in an open world
and you're my next mission.
My missionary sarcasm isn't a coincidence.
With me, you'll learn that nothing really is a coincidence.
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