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bedroom pop/post-punk vibes, written when covid19 first hit, good times

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quarter past one in the afternoon
taking solace in my room
the sun is shining
but i can't breathe it
or believe it anymore

can't think of anything
for me to do
but still i'll see this through
i'm used to it

i don't want to write in cliches
but i've nothing better to do
i don't want to write in dismay
but there's nothing better i do