...you went loose until you got copped
you did what you loved the most
until one day you just stopped
you couldn’t put control on me
‘cause by then you controlled nothing
a driverless car on the coldest day of summer
december boy’s got it bad
december boy’s got it bad
december boy’s got it bad
and where’s september?
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