I fell for some
Pseudo-sophisticated
Poet laureate-posing
Young white savior
He sang to me
A blue collar emulation
An accent so affected
So midwestern
"Shots in the dark
Kalashnokov
You'll take her eye out"
Too cool to be trite
His cunning remarks
And then he did it again, did it again, did it again
Did it again, did it again, did it again
An iteration
An iteration
An iteration
He said to me
"You've got your own reflection"
It's extra underwhelming
It lets me down
Stroh's from the tap, working class porn
And daddy's money
Too cool to excite
He's up there so bored
And then he did it again, did it again, did it again
Did it again, did it again, did it again
An iteration (Did it again, did it again, did it again)
An iteration (Did it again, did it again, did it again)
An iteration (Did it again, did it again, did it again)
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