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You Rule!
03:36
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every night it's the same thing
I sit in my room and I think
about the times you've rescued me
from shitty days and bummer weeks
then I think about how you're basically
a real life sailor scout and you're probably
fighting crime at night like it ain't no thing
you don't even break a sweat
you rule!
you play violin just like guitar
your technique's flawless, not subpar
you make me swoon so gosh darn hard
you're definitely my fav by far
then I think about how you're basically
a supermodel but you still talk to me
I want to give you high fives for eternity
but I'm way too shy to ask
you rule!
I say "you're my super hero"
you say "but I don't have super powers"
I guess you forgot you're Canadian
and like the cutest human in existence
you rule!
I'm just okay
but we'd mega rule together forever
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Sink or Swim #352
02:40
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lets take a long walk sometime in June
and talk about the shit that we're both too scared to do
cause I skydived in Cali and crashed a haunted house in Jersey
but I don't ever want to fall in love
cause I already know how that ends
yeah, I already know how that ends
lets make a promise to stay the closest of friends
but cover up the fact that we both know we're going to break it
and I'll laugh and then you'll ask me why
but I'll lie and tell another joke
cause the truth is that's really all my life is
and I already know how it ends
yeah, I already know how it ends
it ends with me breaking down
confessing everything
"you haven't been out of my mind
since that night you picked me up off the ground
when I fell off the tire swing in seventh grade"
but of course you've had your headphones on this entire time
only said "what?" and I replied "nothing"
I am so fucking bad at life
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I Wish I Were Vulcan
04:08
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it's depressing how much I crave routine
if I don't get it I'm less than worthless
I've grown accustom to feeling lonesome
even with my friends I don't talk much
if you give me your hand
I'll give you a blank stare
I can't get hurt
if I pretend to not care
it's so frustrating to have the mentality
that nothing good could ever come from life
but after thirteen years of writing love songs
I still don't know the first thing about it
if you give me your heart
I'll chew it up and spit back at you
I mean no offense.
I'm just not taking chances
the only drawback is
I can't look at myself in my bedroom mirror
I never could anyway
so please don't take it personally
I wish I were Vulcan
I've got all these emotions
but no clue what to do with them
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I guess if you sleep with a couple guys
you might get a song written about you.
But you didn't follow her example
but I think you deserve one too.
You're everything I wanted;
a writer, and a pessimist.
You've got beautiful sentences strung through your hair.
I've got about a .500 record
for every success I've had I've had a failure
and I guess after this short series
it's safe to call this one a draw
You said I might be an angel
I think I might be the devil.
You said you were bummed out yesterday, and today I made it better.
You tell me that your skin always aches.
You've got a needle in your mouth
and I want to get it out
You got new eyewear
and I got boring
It's not true.
Not everyone contributes something to this world.
But I wanna contribute
something to your life
or something to your night
but you won't accept it.
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This summer
two pairs of cutoffs were the only ones I wore.
I learned a few Spanish words
a couple ukulele chords
and virtual personal finance taught me about depreciating assets
but I never let that risk stop me from taking opportunities I'm given
So though I don't know where you're headed
and though you might slam on the breaks
I like the song on the radio, so I will get comfortable.
Comfortable enough to tell you
that you are not an ocean
you are a puddle of tears that you forced yourself to shed
because it might get you a few more followers on tumblr
and you can't walk on water.
You can't handle it.
I know you think I'm broken
I know you know I'm passive-aggressive
I know you're better than me
because you learned phrases like, "Smash the patriarchy!"
from a lot of hip girls on the internet.
But now I am staring at the stains on my shoes
that I got standing on the track at your high school
with someone who doesn't just talk about change
who has the honesty to tell me
that I am not a mountain
if anything, I am a valley
but I am shallow--I am empty.
But if you read me some more Shakespeare sonnets
and if you keep on dancing in my passenger's seat
we might forget that I am "lacking on the inside".
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I infer from the way you always check my blind spot
that you must've had a traumatic experience when you were younger.
I infer from the color in your eyes that you are happy.
Go on and click your teeth
it's what you do when you are nervous
but we're all pretty fucking nervous
get over it.
And I've got cuts and burns on all of my fingers
so I don't have the patience to deal with such things.
I've made mistakes
I jumped to conclusions
and that made me feel inclined to seclusion.
And she says this might be a reoccurring situation
but I don't think she can maintain that infatuation.
And you're totally right.
I've never been a part of anything that wasn't a "total joke."
And you're probably right.
I'll "probably never lose my virginity", but that's okay
I'd make an awful father anyways
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Emo Side Project Atlanta, Georgia
i'm not gonna Raichu a love song.
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