idk the last one

You told me I can't come home, tonight Lights all off, garage door won't work It's time to sleep on the floor of my Car on its side Engine is burning bright Flailing around, don't wanna get out Just five more minutes, to be sure Pictochat, orange tic tacs, and death Steve earle albums playing softly As i descend into the deep I can stay The college closet fag all day It makes no difference to anyone else The world can't remember what isn't right now Driving around Cut-rate coffee goes down Staring out the windshield of life I'm glad that it's here, else the air would be knives I cannot remember anything at all Gone are the times of memories rife Develop an affect for tritones and minor ninths and You ain't hear The west coast pop art experimental band At least you got a cool story to tell Some hot 411 on the tl And you told me Somethings in life ain't free Kind of a dick head thing to say When you know my heart was looking the other way and I blame all My problems on my past self Cause that idiot isn't around To try and defend themselves Somethings wrong, flowers for algernon I can't remember anything at all I can't remember anything at all That's all i wrote I'm calling it quits, i'm done Sorry to all who had to hear it Vultures they tend to my spirit