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i'm gonna try not to be such a sad bastard
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two weeks in hawaii
03:03
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well i never took a ride on the backs of angels
and the only thing i’m left with now is vaccinations
to give me the cure for diseases so pure
to make my heart go back to its palpitations
and i know i never really said that i was sorry
and it’s too late now and i’m honestly worried
that you’ll just walk away from everything that i’d say
but i recognize your apathy is so deserving
and i know we’re both sad and trying to recover
from hyperactively instantly losing each other
so i lie in my bed and i lie in my head
telling myself that i’m eventually gonna get better
so i play all my cassette tapes under half-lit room lights
thinking everything i did after i left was just not right
a terrible move i couldn’t improve
those two weeks in hawaii were a terrible fortnight
it was way too warm and the trees were too shady
and the whole time i was there i missed you like crazy
and i had to man up, and i had to be tough
but i fucked it all up and you have reason to hate me
and no amount of listening to codeine records
could make me feel righteous enough to be better
and handling this, i was so selfish
but my depression hasn’t a damn thing to do with the weather
and i know you’re pissed off and i haven’t addressed it
properly enough to make you forget it
so give me the blame and curse my whole name
and tell your friends i was the worst man that you’ve been to bed with
and looking back on everything in distorted hindsight
the error of my ways have been completely realized
and you know that i just can’t say sorry enough
those two weeks in hawaii were a terrible fortnight
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i can’t say how many times i’m sorry
but you can make me feel like utter shit as much as you want
someday i will talk to you in person
and you will have every right to walk away and not respond
i can’t even count on my fingers
how many songs i’ve written about what a piece of shit i am
you have every right to smite and hate and laugh while i self-deprecate
so here’s three cheers for being the worst person that you know
for he’s no good rotten bastard
and when his docs come marching in
to the hallway of our school you will stare at me so cruel
and i will hang my head through all of the verbal abuse
and i deserve every word of it
every syllable rings true
you could get everyone you know
to tell me how much i disappointed you
and it still wouldn’t be enough
to make me repent for what i’ve done
i’m never going to get out of this slump
i’m guess i’m just a useless fuck
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if i told you this was a happy song
you probably wouldn’t believe me
and if i told you i was doing better
you’d probably think it was a lie
and if i said i threw away all my black t-shirts
you’d think i was joking
and if i said i was ready to talk again
you’d say “no you’re not”
and yeah, you would be right
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kissin' the pavement
06:44
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death to prior time, the year has made its close
it’s hard to cross the line of disbelief to hope
the opposite of optimism, epitome of end
i wonder if i’ll ever truly be excited again
ten, nine, eight, it’s already too late
seven, six, i cannot stand this
five, four, three, forever lonely
two, one, a brand new year, i’m still kissin’ the pavement
death to all lost love, my heart is torn and weak
it’s hard to reassemble when you can’t find the last piece
the effortlessly lacking effervescence comes out fast
i need a sign to tell me how much longer this will last
ten, nine, eight, i don’t care about fate
seven, six, forever lovesick
five, four, three, always unhappy
two, one, a brand new year, i’m still kissin’ the pavement
i should be looking forward to everything that hasn’t happened yet
but i can’t seem to focus on anything but the worst parts about it
ten, nine, eight, i’m losing patience
seven, six, five, i cannot stand being alive
four, three, i cannot stand to be with me
two, one, kissed the pavement now i’m done
now i’m done
ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
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a year has passed since we first met i reminisce
on the first time i asked you for a single kiss
you said “no thanks,” then soon you went, and you complied
i wish that you could’ve stayed true to your first state of mind
regrets flow through me every day
i am sorry for all that i did, what else can i say?
we’d listen to supertramp and SBTRKT
in my living room, we always said we wanted to re-enact
those moments as much as we could
but i couldn’t stand the thought of keeping something good
i’ve got this bad habit of losing everything
regrets flow through me every day
i am sorry for all that i did, what else can i say?
regrets flow through me every day
i am sorry for all that i did, what else can i say?
i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine, i wish that you were
i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine, i wish that you were
i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine, i wish that you were
i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine, i wish that you were
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L. Mounts Chicago, Illinois
Singer of songs. Abstainer of substances. Bringer of plagues.
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