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I had a chance to call, but I didn't because my pride was so shot. So I never returned the shit that I stole under the premise that I might have forgot. A chance to act like the person I wanted to be, who is clever and cunning, oh god is he funny. He knows what to say when departing. So say goodbye to your mother and the house that you had as a kid. You're heading to college to discover who you wish you were is.
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M.O.M.
03:49
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Stay here with me, by the lake, until it gets dark. We could set off fireworks from the inside of my car. The sparks are lighting up your face. And your smile. Oh, your smile, I could never forget trying to catch a look through the smoke of my cigarette. I'm only writing in hope of you reciting every lyric that I've got in your bedroom's shitty lighting. The alarm goes off as I stare at the clock, and the pillow on your bed is the one that I left my heart on. I know you're in love with someone else, but I'll keep waiting anyway.
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The bill can't be too much the truth is that I can't spend enough. Fix my social distrust with something pumping gas instead of blood. Hours are nothing to automaton something. Agree with me please; don't act like I'm shunning connections and friends for simple synapses. Love doesn't work, and you're proof of that happening. Now that we're unable to pretend we are stable, (I wish I was stable again) I am building my better friends from the scraps that I find in my basement. It's beginning to talk and it said that I didn't try enough. That I should just give up. Then it left with most my stuff. Blueprints all said, "Fail first. Try again." Just like you said, "The first time you'll fuck up, but always you'll try again." If this is what you call human, well this is what I call desperate. You gave me all these blistered fingers over metal shards and oiled fixtures. Fuck you and fuck me even harder. Tell me why'd I even bother.
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I'm Tuning to O-Positive
03:34
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I'd drink to that if I drank. I'd crash my car if I had to. You said, "We've all got a good reason to end up dead." So we go through our day jobs hanging out in the graveyard where we first figured out maybe we won't be in love. I tried to be honest and cunning, but you were smoking with your best friends when I felt maybe it's time for me to leave. I came back shortly after, grabbed my wallet from the campfire. You handed it to me. I didn't even kiss you. What the fuck did I do? I left you there 'cause I had to. I couldn't pull the words from my head. We were just taking off when I hit the dead end. Then I lost it, hit the pavement. You're climbing in with someone else's. I was still pulling busted glass from my hands. I left you there because I had to. I called you back because I had to. I slept with you because I had to. I told the truth because I had to. You left me there because you had to. I fucking tried to be honest and cunning.
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