You've simmered your thoughts, your mind is set
Now you can only stare through eyes that hate
The glass is broken, the scent is loose
You're pushing stale air into my lungs because
Your invitation got lost in the post
But that was no mistake
You'll have to party alone this time
Paranoid in vain, you still watch your toes
You talk about pride, well, who trod on yours?
You recognize the song but don't know the tune
We all make mistakes, just add another one on
If you insist on pushing
Tunnel vision advice
I'll flip the joke on it's back
And laugh in your face this time
Your words of wisdom
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