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Thanks
 My cover's blown
 I'm making a carpet angel, leave me alone
 I'm in the zone
 By apathy, I'm owned
 I sent my weak soul off in a box or three
 I had to find time to breathe
 Can you tell?
 All that's left here is a shell
 Pass the nuts with no advice please
 I know I have asked you twice, but between the dozens and dozens of smokes and cartons of jokes, which is my biggest vice?
 And don't be nice
 You came off like a stencil
 Man, where is my pencil?
 Maybe I'll write in blood
 I don't need another half
 Don't make me laugh
 I've been an inch or two, with miles to go
 I'm used to the Duo
 H ello?
 What? I swear the phone woke me up
 See, my newest friend is a cordless phone
 I'll hold onto it like an infant with a thumb, or toy
 With many buttons to enjoy
 My direct line to England won't be split
 I'm wired in
 I made sure of it
 I've got millions and millions of ways to fill up the days
 Example: I built a house for us, in my Camel metropolis, with doors and windows, and a red carpet
 But you came off like a stencil
 Damn
 Where is my pencil?
 Maybe I'll write in blood
 Crayola, maybe
 I don't need another half
 Don't make me laugh
 I've been an inch or two, with miles to go
 I'm used to the Duo
 I know I have asked you twice, but between the dozens and dozens of smokes and cartons of jokes, which is my biggest vice?
 And don't be nice
 But you came off like a stencil
 Damn
 Where is my pencil?
 Maybe I'll write in blood
 Crayola, maybe
 Carpet is good for thinking and dozing
 But the fibers make my elbows sting and burn
 Through torture is how I learn
 I should be shattered
 Maybe I've grown?
 Something tells me I'll be fine, but all alone