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I got you right where I want you create the night that I want to Form the image from clay and set the puppets to play in a box that I paint to look like a stage and the strings move all by themselves There are smiles in some pixels that I scroll by standing right by an ocean reflecting the sky An emoji or ten 📺🍄🚔🗣😢😠🍺👍🔥🔥 a polaroid of a bed, the top half of your head Nothing's ever looked as nice as the memories I invent Poking holes through the paper and particle board convince myself it's a life I can't afford Sweat, gas, matching tattoos It's so much easier to just talk shit in my room I got you right where I want you and I lie because I want to The four last things on my blog: A dead link to a song 💀🎼 some pedals I want 🎸💵 a lengthy post that I'm gone 👋📃 But all I see is a picture of us at 17 🧑‍🤝‍🧑📷.