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I'm hanging out in the middle of all my friends I'm so alone, I wish that I was one of them Maybe through their eyes it's all still beautiful I just keep on getting high and making jokes like I'm the ghost of Herman Rorschach And make the most of this syrup soaked short stack Breakfast at 3 a.m. always lead to such great conversations I'm hanging out on the weekend staying mainly in bed Who would've thought my future life would come to this My dogs keep me company 'cause girls are the enemy I've studied philosophy but can you give me a degree in feeling sober now? The effects of this television leaking out my mouth Breakfast at 3 a.m. always lead to such great conversations I drove halfway across the country and came back with a tapestry I drove halfway across the country and came back with a tapestry I drove halfway across the country and came back with a tapestry I drove half way across the country and came back with you