Paroles Hobby Huntin' Is A Full Time Job de Rachel Jacobs

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I'm getting sicker by the day, it's making me sick.
I had to drink ten glasses of water just to take down my pills.
It's been a while since I've made the bed.
Actually I haven't gotten out of bed.
Maybe it's about time I started changing that.
But I'm not sure.

I'm getting stupider by the day, but it don't feel wrong.
I'm so boring in every way.
Can't you see that I'm so bored?
I used to make all this art in my room.
I used to write a lot of songs.
I used to kiss you on the lips and tell you I'd always be yours, but now there's no point.

I'm getting richer by the day, it's making me sick.
I don't know what to do with all this money but I guess that I'll buy myself things.
Oh why be so superficial?
Why don't I get a grip on myself?
Maybe I'll buy some records to add to my collection or some books to make myself smart.

I'm getting older by the day, I can feel it in my joints.
It's getting closer to the end of my life and I'm so scared to die.
So I read books on physics and biology and shit like that,
Trying to make sense of the things in life that I don't understand, but I still don't get it.

I'm getting uglier by the day, it's making me think.
My popularity is depleting and I'm starting to lose my edge.
What would be good for me? An image!
What kinda things do kids like these days?
How many chances do you get to stroke your dick while you make new friends?
Not many.


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