We use to think we had finger tips, but lately we only see ourselves tippin' with our wallets on those drunken nights out- when our arms attach at the bottom, and our feet double in amount. This way, that way, we'll fall to the floor, but it doesn't make a difference. Others around us, they are, they are too indulged, indulged in the sound waves that float across the ceiling, indulged in the tongues, that never stop moving. So I'll stay on the floor, and watch the world spin until my skin melts again..
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