It's all I can get when I'm lonely, and these visions of death seem to own me

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It's all I can get when I'm lonely, and these visions of death seem to own me

In the quiet of the classrooms
All across the stacked United States of Woe.
We live with woe.

She said "I can't get laid in this town
Without these pointy fucking shoes.
My feet are so black and blue and so are you."
Please take me out of my body
Up through the palm trees
To smell California in sweet hypocrisy.
Floating my senses surround my body.
I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.

So now I'm forging ahead
Past all the plutocrats who sold me out.
Go sob in your bed.
If life is twice as pretty once your dead
Then send me a card.
I'm still the optimist though it is hard
When all you want to be
Is in a dream.

Say Anything, along with my chem, as some of the most genius lyrics in the entire world. This song fits me perfectly at the moment.