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"i called in sick for work, "the fever's getting worse"
"there's a lot of that goin' 'round."
i packed a duffle bag with some clothes from the attic-
it's getting colder in the evenings.
i hocked my pocket watch and a couple old guitars-
i could hardly stand to play them.
i drew all my savings out, closed my bank account,
and stuck the money in the glove box.
i drove away on Monday. i couldn't say where i was going to,
it was just something i had to do.
i was bored of it by thursday, driving aimlessly down aimless intersates searching for cues- yeah
i called in sick on Monday. i was already off the next couple of days-
some bullshit escape. i was back to work on thursday,
"yeah the fever's gone. i think i've got it beat.
i've been sleeping and taking things, i think i've got it beat. "
the more i listen to the new good life album the more i really like it. especially that song, maybe i just like the idea of up and leaving, calling in and going nowhere.
FlyGhettoQueen: what do you want, hoe?!
squidge midgit: two weeks off and eight hundred dollors for road side dinners and cheap hotel rooms
i need to get my basketball back from ashley.
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