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Molly Ringworm
01:31
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I'm sick of losing friends,
It's not heaven,
It's a new world,
I've spent to much time misunderstanding,
The people around me,
I'll flip a coin on you,
Heads I move on,
Tails I'm trying harder,
Not all our friends are friends anymore.
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2. |
Amefuto
02:17
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Here's the shell of who I never thought I'd grow to be,
Suffering from my own hands,
These signs still remain.
I've been studying this table of drops,
To make sure I have enough room.
I hate everything,
What's fucked about that?
Time to time we all lose hope.
Eyes grow tired, pulse is weak.
Blood for blood, bleed out the same.
So ask me, how it feels,
I'd assume it feels better than death.
I'll check this day as a success,
I dreamt myself dead.
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3. |
Dizzypunch
02:03
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Hanging out in parking lots,
Saying "dude" a lot,
Because we're too drunk,
I get this feeling all the time,
I'm searching for thoughts hiding in my mind.
(Said i'm sorry)
I'm so sorry to my family,
For dropping out and smoking
I left the front door open,
"It's getting cold here"
"It's always cold here"
Stepping out on freezing nights,
I'm going nowhere with my life,
I wrote this song a hundred times,
My best friends in the bathroom getting high.
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This place sucks,
I don't want to die,
You kept your cool.
(You kept yours too)
This place sucks,
I don't want to die,
You kept your cool.
(You kept yours too)
This band sucks,
I don't want to die,
You kept your cool.
(You kept yours too)
This van sucks,
I don't want to die,
You kept your cool.
(You kept yours too)
So this is the seventh time,
Talking circles,
Typing miles.
Sharing stories,
Like I fucked up first,
You fucked up first,
Who fucked up worse.
I know who my friends are.
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5. |
Boatrace Weekend
01:30
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I'm functioning great for a lost cause,
I'm suffering less as an out law.
So fuck feeling,
I don't wanna feel a fucking thing,
So fuck seeing,
id rather be blind.
Can we be friends if I recycle all my opinions from you?
we could go to the show to be seen, but do we have to?
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6. |
Magnum Opiates
04:41
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If lost is a bad word,
Leaving our tongues raw from the taste,
I'd want (you to teach me, teach my lips)
How to pronounce it,
like gear teeth grinding,
Teach my body to never reject it
(like the Waves, take to the moon)
Teach my veins to bleed it,
Plague my body like is the old testament,
(and I'm not, in gods favor)
Cause this home is hardly close enough for comfort.
And I feel more lost everyday (Lost from feelings that once)
Defined me,
You simply bury me in symphonies of better dreams
You poisoned me,
Perfectly like ten thousand bad nights burning
Slept through with both eyes open,
I can't stand this separation,
Like cub from mother,
I'm homesick for life and maybe even for death.
Let me stay,
Let me try,
I still feel better when your around.
Calm me down,
Under wing,
I still feel better when your around.
It sucks to live like this,
With your eyes, nose and your lips,
Haunted by things I miss,
I guess that I was just feelings you'd rather forget.
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I was lonely,
And maybe I still am.
But I wont risk,
Feeling that fucked up again.
I think I like you,
But it's been so long,
I don't know you at all like I used to.
I stayed home alone tonight,
Instead of drinking with my friends,
They where off getting dumb tattoos,
And I was thinking about calling you.
I hope you know I really, really tried,
I even stayed awake all night,
But when the sun came up again,
I couldn't remember the reason.
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8. |
Sorry Dudes
02:05
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I hate this town,
Or I hate my friends,
I'm trying to figure it out.
I hate this town,
Or I hate myself,
My friends don't really hang out.
I know all your friends aren't friends anymore,
I know your friends.
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I lost one to jail,
I lost one to July,
I lost one to Virginia,
One just lost me,
I don't sleep anymore,
I don't eat anymore,
I don't need anymore,
I barely breathe anymore,
Every moment I'm wasted,
My body's replaced with,
A bad feeling in the core of my chest.
In the water we waded,
In the ocean we faded,
And now all of the memories end.
I told myself ten-thousand times,
I'm still not feeling like myself,
I told myself ten-thousand fucking times,
I'm still not feeling.
I don't sleep anymore,
I don't eat anymore,
I don't need anymore,
I barely breathe anymore,
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Bright, white, dead, quiet room,
She asks you, face-to-face.
“Have you ever looked a dead child in the eyes?
Or perhaps a best friend?”
Did you see the way they sat in his face?
Reconstructed.
Like I’ve tried to reconstruct everything for the last 19,
Going on 20,
Going on 21 years.
I'e tried every week,
Every month,
By the van with the tweaks & the drunks.
Is seeing believing,
Oh god I hope not,
Because the shit I see everyday,
Is the same shit that took Chris away.
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Last 4th of July,
We lay side-by-side,
In some orchard under the night sky.
Such pretty colors,
Oh magic things rain down on us,
Through scary trees.
Now I can't go anywhere,
I can't do anything,
Can't hang with anyone.
All I needed was a fucking friend,
I'll say it over, and over again,
All I needed was a fucking friend.
How can you ask, "why?"
How can you say, "why?"
This next handful,
Helps me forget,
That my best friend died.
Laying wake,
In your bed again,
It's 3AM.
This house sounds like smoke,
I've got nothing to smoke,
But I'm not done yet.
Hula hooping in cemeteries,
And eating our breakfast in libraries,
Sounded like so much fun when we where younger,
Now that we're old and dumb we waste away,
But that's okay as long as we waste together.
It's my party and I'll wear what I want to,
Dance how I want to,
Fuck who I want to,
It's my party.
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