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I crave attention, lack motivation and fall in love too easily.
It's a deadly combination I guess I need to deal with a little more productively.
And I can't help feel like I'm stuck in high school and life's a constant prank on me.
You can count on me to show up,
But don't assume I'll be of any use.
And you can wait for me to grow up,
But it'd be quicker not to give a fuck.
If I had a penny for every night I cried
The ground would collapse around me.
I couldn't count enough stars for every time I've sighed
I guess I'm just unlucky.
I will not be okay. nothing.
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The last time that I saw you
You were sitting on your front porch
Chain smoking cigarettes and talking about giving up on life.
I was listening to every word
And laughing to myself
Because hanging out with you made me not want to give up on life.
And I know I say I hate everything,
But I'd much rather hate everything sitting next to you.
And I know I'm never stoked on anything,
But I'm feeling pretty pumped right now just sitting next to you.
That night I slept in my own car.
Somehow it helped to numb the pain.
Then morning came and I drove off in the opposite direction I came.
I was listening to every song
And crying to myself
Because not hanging out with you made me want to give up on life.
And I know I say I miss everyone,
But I've never missed anyone as much as I miss you now.
And I told myself I'd tell you how I feel,
But these words won't leave my mouth without this guitar drowning them out.
Now I can't get to sleep or even fucking breathe.
I guess I finally accept that this is how it's got to be.
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Things were going just fine
Lisa was finally mine
But I didn't get the promotion I expected so she fucked my best friend
Things were going so great
Lisa promised me sex for my birthday but
Instead I found her dancing with Mark in the living room
You're lying, I never hit you
You're tearing me apart
Everybody betray me
I fed up with this world
Things were going so smooth
In our quaint little life that we called The Room
Even though Claudette has breast cancer
And Denny's a creep
Things were going so nice
The wedding was right on time
But I recorded her baby talk with Mark on the phone
So I put a gun in my mouth
As far as I'm concerned
You can drop off the Earth (that's a promise)
One last thing:
Please god forgive me
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I really want to find a bar and mix a fear up with a friend
plant a joke kiss on your arm and give you skulls tattoos in pen
I want to know do I dance inside your head?
is our love star crossed?
‘cause all I feel is that I’m caught in it
I really want to go to bed with a feeling in my chest
like I lost again but this time for the best
I want to know do I smooth your checkered past?
does your hope float when you call me your last?
I really hope you’re on at eight with no commercial breaks
and the sofa sinks underneath our doubled weight
if I love you like I loved you from a far
if you loved me when your skin wasn’t so hard
when your skin wasn’t so hard
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Blackbird (The Beatles)
02:29
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Another man
This horrible ache
All I can I see is red
All I can see is breaking
I’m just gonna curl up in my mattress springs
Open up this dearest
See what comes of it
Ah ha
Wouldn’t it be nice
If I could melt myself like ice?
Ah ha
Wouldn’t it be nice
If I could melt myself like ice?
Like ice
Like ice
Another man
Another stupid display
I’m a tiny little fly drowning in a lake
I’m just gonna stick my head up in these clouds
Kick a ball at a wall
Make a fist, suck a dick
Ah ha
Wouldn’t it be nice
If I could melt myself like ice?
Ah ha
Wouldn’t it be nice
If I could melt myself like ice?
Like ice
Like ice
Like ice
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There’s nothing really better than when your spit hits my cheek
When you’re yelling at me to do better to be better
I dyed my hair black Like the girl you first loved
now you're gonna love me too and love me just as much
I see it the way
Whatever you say
Whatever you say
This is love
Truly love
There’s nothing really better than when your spit hits my cheek
When you’re yelling at me to do better to be better
I dyed my hair black like the girl you first loved
Now you’re gonna to love me too
And love me just as much
And love me just as much
I see you And I can’t speak
You’re so lovely when you’re mad at me
I see you and I can’t speak
You’re a good man I’m losing
You’re a good man I’m losing
There’s nothing really better than when your spit hits my cheek
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The end of the line is only for the dead
You can toss up your hands
But they'll always fall back again
Try to keep that pretty head up towards the moon
I just wanted to be somebody's baby all of this time
The one they always make sure to see
But who are they really?
The trees, the trees
The scene, it's just been a sight
An easy way to dream
I could just hit the bars
I could hit the bars
Small fires burn turn into a really big deal
An unstoppable, undeniable war
Take yourself for a drive
A tiny stroll outside, some fresh air
Who will care for the worst, my dear
The trees, the trees
The scene, it's just been a sight
An easy way to dream
oh, I could just hit the bars
I could hit the bars
I could just hit the bars
The trees, the trees
The scene, it's just been a sight
It's so easy to dream
but I could just hit the fucking bars
I could hit the bars
The end of the line is only for the dead
The end of the line is only for the dead
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little darling don't be scared no more
the monsters are all trapped outside your door
they're knocking but i'll fight them off i swear
cause i love you more
now you're old you look back on your life
your boy has grown and found himself a wife
you sit down in your chair and sing the blues
sing my how you've grown, my how you've grown
don't you worry, don't fret, don't make a sound
lay your fears to rest deep underground
down the street little darling all around
i was once like you in that we're bound
you were lost, don't cry cause now you're found
down the street little darling all around
oh my darling it's all over now
you've reached the end you've made it here somehow
close your eyes you're safe now i swear
it's time to let go, but my how you've grown
don't you worry, don't fret, don't make a sound
lay your fears to rest deep underground
down the street little darling all around
i was once like you in that we're bound
you were lost, don't cry cause now you're found
down the street little darling all around
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Salvador Sanchez arrived and vanished
Only twenty-three with so much speed
Owning the highway
Mexico City bred so many
But none quite like him sweet warrior
Pure magic matador
Pancho Villa would never rest
'Til 1925 he closed his eyes
'Til Manila stars would rise
Gozo of the Philippines, choirs and angels sing
Ukulele strings play for his legend
Italy had a king
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
Bound together
Benny "kid" Paret came a good way
Climbed to the grey sky to raise his hands
Stopped by the better man
Eyes of Los Rios cry for suns
Lost on distant shores, unforeseen horrors
Struck and delivered him
How have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
Bound together
Why have they gone
Fell by leather
So alone
All bound together
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Emo Side Project Atlanta, Georgia
i'm not gonna Raichu a love song.
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