Better

So I've been fucking up

for about 7 months

you've been gone for 2

I've been thinking about bettering myself

you've had nothing else to do

I've gotten a little pudgy

you've lost a lot of weight

I would say "congratulations"

but it's a bit too late

yeah, I'm the same old, same old

I suppose you represent the new?

Yeah, I blow my day away

but you should get a clue;

the first thing you're gonna do

is ruin 90 days of work

in the bathtub of freedom

the evil still lurks

and there you have it, best friend

give clean air a shot

you can smile like you are doing better that me

but really,

you're not

I'm sure of it

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