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Well "Goodmorning, I Love You." was all that you said to me.
Notes on my phone make me see things in clever words, that i'll mumble out in stupid old memories.
Of living middle school drama in high school I could see
If I had creativity, i'd be a bit more noticed.
Like a lock on my door I will sleep alone and not attached to the other side. I can always tell when you lie
It's not that hard.
And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past,
Or sleeping with my cellphone.
And we seem to think the summer will last until next year,
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore.
Along came the expressions i've been meaning to admit.
Disguised in Metaphors and Similes a failure to submit to a straight line.
You're losing all your time, just like your girlfriend.
And I'm sorry for not writing things i'd promised you i'd would, but you'll just have to understand i'm just too poor to afford the things I need.
Like stupid guitar strings.
And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past,
Or sleeping with my cellphone.
And we seem to think the summer will last until next year,
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore.
And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past,
Or sleeping with my cellphone.
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I live in your mind.
Years gone, weeks in time.
You're just passing by.
And the faces grow but I don't see a thing I did or things I'd grow to like.
You won't mind.
You won't mind.
And I seem to close.
To the things that never stay the same, it's awful, its tragic it's just the way you are.
I'm still sore.
And i'm on your floor.
And I, am just gonna like
The things to come, i'll force myself to always keep my life, on its track.
It's never coming back.
And I seem to close.
To the things that never stay the same, it's awful, its tragic it's just the way you are.
I'm still sore.
Laying on your floor.
And i'm still sore.
Laying on your floor.
And I seem to close.
To the things that never stay the same, Its awful, its tragic, its just the way you are.
And i'm still sore.
Laying on Lees floor.
And i'm still sore.
Laying on Lees floor.
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Lakes
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Wash away in a shower, filled with grey steam.
And fill the beach with comfort, with your no sleep eyes.
You didn't have to try.
I have what I remember, you don't have a reason to cry, so hard.
Most of all your problems, are stuck in your mind so far.
And I see a ghost that's hiding in hallways, and a body lying in a lake.
I'm just knocking at the door just to see if someones awake.
Nothing will surprise me like the way I crashed my car.
Or the time i lost my father, to a battle with alcohol.
And my mom she was a woman, she had a West Coast state of mind.
She said "I think you'd really love it here", "All you do is try, Dear, just try, Dear"
With a ghost that's hiding in hallways, and a body lying in a lake, i'm just knocking at the door just to see if someones awake.
And I'm not sure, what I want here. This town sucks but we've got nothing to lose.
And i'm not sure, what I want here. I've still got my back but I lost my spine last year.
And I'm not sure, what I want here. We all suck but we've got nothing to lose.
And I'm not sure, what I want here. I've still got my back but I lost my spine last year.
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