Oh, How I Remember You, How I Would Push My Fingers Through Your Mouth

This time there isn't a visual component
Just fear and loathing
And the weight of struggle pressing
Me to dream of a new semester with writing.
Just kidding:

Mr. Magnum can take my mind off of the
Coming judgment for 3 and a half minutes.
OTH then sleep.
[I sound like such a 15 year old girl]