wait till the chorus
or at least
until the guy screams
i'm in a punk rock bedroom
mattress on the floor
no boxspring
but a punker's
jumping on it
and i get deja vu
from when i'm 16
and then when i'm 18 or 19
convenience store of love
every girl a deja vu
of the last
every sopping bed
an echo through
the chasm of cunty
convenience stores
could'a tugged it
but it's nicer to fall
nicer to be lost
in another's flourescent tubes
blinded in her aisles
and shopping impulsively
groping at the shelves
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