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In this song I’m going to sing about how much I hate my hometown,
And then a line about a boy that I used to love.
Well I guess I still love him.
I can’t make up my mind.
And now something about how I give up on everything.
I know I’m being dramatic, or maybe just being me.
Maybe it’s just me.
I can’t make up my mind.
This is where I drive my shitty car and end up at your house.
Will I muster up the courage to knock, or end up choking?
I can’t make up my mind.
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Just
04:00
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I didn’t want to be so cynical
Falling apart, I can’t take care of myself
I wake up, there’s two half-drank beers by my bed.
I drink ‘em anyway to start my day.
Are you really okay?
I wouldn’t know.
I guess this is what my dad feels like.
You were the one.
You were the one, hon.
Jesus Christ bit the dust a million years before us.
Now we’re just…just.
I guess it’s obvious that this one’s in first person.
I probably learned a lot about myself by writing it out.
So fucking scared of taking a turn for the worse,
I know it’s coming.
I’m glad you learned to love yourself at the expense of breaking someone’s heart.
Are you really okay?
I wanna know.
I guess this is what my mom feels like.
You were the one.
You were the one, hon.
Unicorns died a hundred million years before us.
Now we’re just…just.
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30 Days of Night
03:26
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Grey skies for a week or more.
Remind me what the sun tastes like.
I bet we could be in store for 30 days of night.
I don’t have the energy to drink.
I can’t get out of bed.
You won’t see me around tonight.
I’m stuck inside my head.
Can’t remember the last time I cried.
Nothing these days can get me high.
Trust me, all I do is try.
If I told you I’m just fine, I lied.
I don’t have the energy to drink.
I can’t get out of bed.
You won’t see me around tonight.
I’m stuck inside my head.
I dream in color at night,
Where the stars shine and the words rhyme.
I still have the ability to cry,
And you, you’re always there with your perfect James Dean hair.
Don’t wake me.
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Cigarettiquette
04:05
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Well, I wished I could make you feel special with your wet cheeks on my shirt.
It’s about time we got away from the rebels and the dirt, isn’t it?
Because we all know a wet cigarette doesn’t taste as good,
And a spark in the dark can’t light up the whole room,
So let’s start a fire.
I wished I could hold you every day for the last few months at least.
It’s already been so long and who knows when the next time will be?
Because the rain has subsided and a dry spell’s on the way.
We may feel stagnant but we’re not here to stay.
Let’s get this show on the road.
Well, our second summer’s almost gone and I still remember what it’s like to be burned.
You still sit in my thoughts even after all I’ve done and all I’ve learned.
Because I can’t say I’ve tried my hardest but I’m trying nonetheless.
I don’t have my usual vices to fend off all the stress.
Because we all know a wet cigarette doesn’t taste as good,
And a spark in the dark can’t light up the whole room,
So let’s start a fire.
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Keep Up
03:15
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When I get ahead of myself, I just get left behind.
And I feel I’ve lost control of my life.
And in the moment when my legs give out I know I’m fucked.
When I get ahead of myself, I can’t keep up.
I can’t keep up and I’m running out of breath.
Don’t check your rearview mirror.
Looking ahead will make things clear.
It’s time to stop the spiral down to this place familiar where these shadows take control.
Misread texts of affection bring a warmth to my chest,
Til I’ve created a mess and I can’t keep up.
I can’t keep up and I’m running out of breath.
Don’t check your rearview mirror.
Looking ahead will make things clear.
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