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Like a train in the morning, I'll wake you up without warning.
And I love the west coast. i'm tired of holding my friends to a city, without a single reason,
not to leave.
You said you'll go to Seattle, and make some money selling weed.
Friends love friends moving on, i'm so sick of being wrong.
Stop romanticizing problems, it's killing children every day.
And i'm sitting on a stairwell, making sure that you're okay.
And you say you're on drugs now, and the worlds a beautiful place.
Friends love friends moving on, i'm so sick of being wrong.
Friends love friends moving on, i'm so sick of being wrong.
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1:30
02:16
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And you say that you have to,
and you love that my beards gone.
And you're here for the beach, too.
Not because you love us.
And you're here for your girlfriend, and also living at the outlet mall.
Do you think about dying as much as the rest of the world does?
I bet you do.
Sitting on the ocean feeling all your friends relapse, I bet it sucks you're in the same position.
Asking all your friends for "E" at the parties, it doesn't gross me out, it's whatever I'm too drunk to care.
And you say you want to drive soon,
and how your mom never teaches you.
How does it feel with metal in your back?
I bet it gets cold sometimes.
And you're laying on my cold floor,
While I'm sitting on my warm bed.
And all the songs I ever wrote you,
never ever seem to come out right for you.
They're right for you.
I swear it's true.
No one knows you like I do.
Sitting on the ocean feeling all your friends relapse, I bet it sucks you're in the same position.
Asking all your friends for "E" at the parties, it doesn't gross me out, it's whatever I'm too drunk to care.
Sitting on the ocean feeling all your friends relapse, I bet it sucks you're in the same position.
Asking all your friends for "E" at the parties, it doesn't gross me out, it's whatever I'm too drunk to care.
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Come on, guys
03:07
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Love how you disappear, if I need you.
You're sleeping, I get that, I want you to know that I try.
To figure out, where I'm going, and where i'm sleeping, and how much emotion is showing.
And one, can only imagine the things that you think of.
I want to see the country, without goodbyes.
But I can't afford that, so fuck my life.
And all these guessing games,
and they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry.
When did I leave the seventh grade?
You feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say.
My words can't make my problems go away.
You say I lose things, that I can't find.
There's no more covers, left to hide in.
You say I'm lazy, incompetent, I'm always too tired to try.
Every ones stuck, living their "skewed up version of life".
And now I have a job, and Bobby's living in Tallahassee.
I wish I had tried more.
And all these guessing games,
and they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry.
When did I stop thinking this way?
I feel sick, I'm tired, I don't even know what to say.
Your words can't make my problems go away.
And all these guessing games,
and they all just feel the same, and I'm sorry.
When do I stop feeling this way?
I feel sick, you're tired, we don't even know what to say.
My words can't make my problems go away.
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Swimming
02:35
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I watched you sleep in.
In the corner of my room, I thought I saw the sunset.
I always wonder if you see it too.
And I'm not scared of sleeping in a parking lot.
And I'm not scared of losing every one I love.
And it's not fair to tell everyone that I'm so fucked up.
And you, you don't even know where the fuck your kids are tonight.
You'd be crying in basements, if Florida had some.
You'd spend all your money on drugs but you have none.
I watched a movie, while I was sitting on your couch.
And you were at a dance show.
You said "I wish you were here right now".
And I'm not scared of sleeping on a giant plane.
And I'm not scared of swimming alone in a lake.
And it's not fair to tell everyone that I'm so fucked up.
And you, you don't even know where the fuck your kids are tonight.
You'd be crying in basements, if Florida had some.
You'd spend all your money on drugs but you have none.
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