When I hear you talk
About the facts
Their contradictions
The whole arguement
It makes me want to look around
For oxygen in your stale air..
And you push me over
though they make you over
from behind..
Keep pushing yourself
Away from them
When you want her car..
So don't move any further
The more you're pushing and hurting
In the push and the hurt
You find yourself gone..
Keep pushing and hurting
And the angels will fly away..
Analytic Boredom (by Seung Kim)
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