last year I went to San Francisco with some friends, we were broke as fuck. We survived on pasta, Takis, weed, and the occasional Oreo. We used the L train everyday to get around and I grew an attachment to it; it became comforting to hop on it everyday on Taraval and go to Castro, Embarcadero, and the like. I miss that train, hopefully I make the trip upstate again soon.
somehow this song took a turn towards the end and became about me being a little sad piece of shit, but yknow, whatever.
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just like clockwork in 15 minutes time we'd catch it by the stop sign across the street from the 7-11 where keoni stole oreos.
the same street where we saw weed dog for the second time and he didnt recognize us cuz he probably was fucked up on crack (speed).
take me away. i dont want to be here anymore. take me out of this fucking rotted place.
but it doesnt take my problems away it just makes them harder to see.
it doesnt make my problems go away it just makes them harder to see.
her slouch covered me like a cloud in the desert
i am without water and i am without her
