Local CelebrityDead - like a candle she's burnt out She tossed the whiskey on the ground - Like she needed any more attention The cigarette burns on her arm wake her up from her constant haze When she runs her hand along the walk she winces from ear to ear They think her bleach blonde and mud brown roots tell a story They eat her pre-patched up jeans and trucker hats They think she does not give a fuck As she stumbles into the center of the room - she holds the cardsLocal Celebrity
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Ocean City knew I loved you, why didn't you?
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good to know that if i ever need attention, all i have to do is die. - brand new.
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