You reminded me back when I was a kid.
I would look at the clock, and hear the bell ring.
This time though, you said it
When I looked at the clock it was 3:14
Only thirty minutes had passsed
Yet I could swear I had been here 3 life times already
Stuck in the head, or maybe in the drain
What will happen now?
It’s not like anything good ever comes anyway
Just another moment I have to bleed
One more tear drop, one more dream dead
Reminds me when I found out the cafeteria sold food at a really good price
Cinnamon toast at 25 cents.
Thickest slice I ever had in my life
Maybe some oatmal, another 25 cents.
Everything has a price,
You either pay premium or you find the right stall
I am a grown man.
When I looked at the clock it was 3:14
Everything has a price,
You either pay premium or you find the right stall
3:14, 3 life times, 25 cents at a time.
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