I'm talking to the ceiling

The way that I don't love you, the way that I don't love myself.

The streets are dirty too

"
What a drag it is
The shape I'm in
Well I go out somewhere
Then I come home again

I light a cigarette
'Cause I can't get no sleep
Theres nothing on the TV nothing on the radio
That means that much to me
"

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