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There's a halo waiting if you just quit your drinking
I know a guy selling indulgences under a bridge
He'll proabably cut you a pretty good-killer deal
If you at least just try to clean up your act
Oh I
Don't know why I live this way
Remember the time we went looking for the guy that
Sold the you drugs in the back of your old high school
He wore a jean jacket and leather pants
You swore he was good to you until he left you behind
Oh I
Don't know why you live this kind of life
Oh I
Don't know why we live this kind of life
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Labor Pains
02:39
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There's a swing-set in my back yard, lets hang around like some ghosts who forgot who they are
We could take a swim in a deep lake, pretend to drown, gasp for air, and then be okay
I don't want to know where you come from, extra baggage, bad reactions never saved anyone
Not an honest man, don't know who am, I promise you that promises don't mean a goddamn thing
My life is just running away
First, I'm spilling my guts on the stage
Next, I'm sitting alone in my room
Just trying to come down from all that you do
How about the time we went the mall? Fucked around, stupid kids who didn't care at all
Do remember him? A kid named Jared. Reckless as they come but I guess that's why he's dead
We could go ahead, trip a smoke alarm, pretend were kids struggling to know who they are
I'll be your piece of shit, get you pregnant, run away from the anxiety of knowing everyone
My life is just running away
First, I'm spilling my guts on the stage
Next, I'm sitting alone in my room
Just trying to come down from all that you do
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Partying with Gatsby
02:19
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Shallow smoke frames the person you used to be
For nearly six months, you haven't felt important, important at all
There were kids in a park
There was autumn light
There was a screaming in your head which covered up thoughts which should have come out
Coffee covered the taste of champagne
You were frail and hollowed out
I took it hard, some things I can't fake,
You looked like "can we please stop this now"
I'm a ghost in some one else's clothes
You're obtuse biting cracked lips
It's the catch in my breath I can't let go
And yet,
I would have stayed there forever if I could
Cause what do I have?
Just empty feelings for someone new I guess
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Sometimes, I wish I was someone else completely, but I'm trapped inside these veins
You could burn my body and set it out to sea, and I'd be, returned eventually
You wish I was someone else, so what the fuck am I doing here?
How you hide behind the snarls of your nose ring and the curls of your short brown hair
And it's completely obvious to everyone besides your self, you wish I was someone else
How about you stay in the college town where you grew up
And how about I stay in the college town where I grew up
And we could do our own things and never talk
So how about we stay in the college towns where we grew up
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We could just wait out by the ocean or float into space, or somewhere else
Assuming that we are all as infinite as they say, but I don't buy it
I guess what I am saying is I've spent
Nearly four years studying so-called
Experts on the subject but I haven't
Made any progress in that department
And I'm not sure I've accomplished anything
And I'm not sure I know anything
We are all particles of something else,
But I still don't know where I fit into this mess
And I'm not sure I've accomplished anything
And I'm not sure I know anything
It's all I've got
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Secondhand Smoke
02:39
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Forgive me for noticing you need a bottle of pills to get to sleep
It's better than driving long distances
I want to end this silence so I'll drink like its Christmas
When you've gone about things all wrong, it really puts shit in perspective
It's just easier to fill up your arms and forget how you left it
I'm trying to stick with you choking on your secondhand smoke
I'm dying to hear your excuses about how you still drink alone
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Dad Shirts
03:38
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Just promise me one thin before leave
Maybe pretend I forgot how to speak English or something
I've got a lot of shit trapped in my head
Like the time we went and sat on the tracks and I stayed silent and ill-content
It's increasingly apparent
I kick my bruises too often
I write songs about drinking and smoking
And I care too much about what you'll think
And I do it all for the attention
It's never quite clear why I do it in the first place anyways
I am completely and utterly full of shit
If I tell you otherwise, you can disregard it
And I know that I don't really know you
And I know that I don't really tell the truth
And I'll probably just fail out of college or something
And I'll sell the books and work on something different with the expectation that it'll it end
And I know that I don't really know you
But I promise that I would like to tell the truth
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