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Many days will pass you by where you do nothing
Cicadas in the summer and bard owls in the winter
Yet you still hear them even if their buzzes and hoots weren’t meant for you
New shoes on the rack and a new shirt on a hanger
Bought with the last 20 dollars in your wallet your uncle gave you
Sit silently, never to feel the burn of the sun's rays
They don’t care
As you sit in bed, you fail to realize your surroundings
Your heart being pinched by guilt
Your stomach antagonized by dread
It all becomes heat that rises to your head which you can’t seem to get rid of
Even beyond that
The bike that was never ridden
The book that was never read
The stranger you passed by
They don’t care
So you can’t sit in bed
Realizing the heat that's escaping your glands
You're a kettle that's about to boil over
And cry over milk that hasn’t even been spilt
But if you want that milk to care about being spilt or not
You gotta shake the carton
And there's no time better than now
To really spend that 20 dollars
And if you don't want your milk to spoil
You better do something right now
Don’t you dare say it won’t do anything
Because I’ll be able to feel it
And maybe the buzzing will get me up out of my bed