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How did I end up this way?

Okay, okay, I’m good now

I barely move

Golden crisp like an apple

Memory in a capsule

That one day in Seattle

My eyes big

Blushing red like rosacea

I’ll do it if you say so

Looking up at my pillow

I feel guilty, guilty

The streets are made for me

You feel me, you feel me

Pickup basketball in the summer

Pickup basketball in the summer

My heart hurts, it stops and it flutters

Rollercoaster December

Do my best to recover

I’m so sorry

Guilty, guilty

The streets are made for me

You feel me, you feel me