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letra de it's hard to spot red flags when my apartment is covered in blood - boh racer

you haven’t said a word since they evicted me that morning
life was so boring before you came along
i mean, i’m joking but i’m not
when compared and contrasted with the fact that
i’m addicted to the same black coffee that gives me panic attacks
and how i’ll wallow in the squalor that will build up in the state of an unusually large wave of depression that will follow
and i’ll remember you in nightmares if i remember you at all
because this is sh-t of nightmares
waking up to the door being kicked in by the cops
you were drunk and
completely convinced that you had finally k!lled me
because i fell asleep and stopped replying to your messages
in a conversation that only started as a desperate attempt to cut you off and finally end this sh-t
now there is broken pieces of my
door frame and my heart on the floor
an eviction notice to start my tuesday
and then you went completely ghost (you went completely ghost)
and that ghost still haunts me at my new place sometimes
now it’s 2 am on new year’s which also happens to be my cats birthday we’re all alone
i’ve already gotten through a million f-cking crises
i might as well let this go
some things are just worth burying for good
i’m not happy but i am comfortable with who and where i am
even if that’s sad in baltimore
i’m not happy but i am comfortable with who and where i am
even if that’s broke in baltimore
the person that i was just a couple of years ago would be thoroughly impressed by the person that i am now
and even though that isn’t saying much
i just can’t help but sometimes think about
what a couple of years down the road might look like
and how i wish that things like that just meant a little more to me
and how the probability of me snapping at any moment
plays a major role in keeping the people (who decide where i live) happy
they would rather see a poor kid/wild kid
strung out, satanic and bleeding
not so easy on the eyes
you only don’t care because you’re not one
i have what you could call a f-cked up toxic relationship with money
like yeah, money is stupid but it solves problems
and i’m alright with that (i’m alright with that)
oh yeah
i’m alright with that (i’m alright with that)
i’m alright with that
oh yeah i’m alright with that

- boh racer

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