In which The Gay Recluse rocks out a lil?

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Can’t believe the things I have to say before I make it through the week
I’m feeling sicker than philosophy
I read a million useless words when I was younger then
Today I’m feeling more than slightly sleep-deprived

Abruptly I was taken back to scenes I wish I could forget
Crawling through a darkened space with hands I did not recognize
Pulling me beneath the waves
We always try to swim outside but sometimes these are heavy stones
I would not be the first to take the slide

Restaurants are open for a million-dollar meal
Sometimes it hurts to think of everything I steal