Fifteen miles north of the city
Thirty-thousand populous town
Choked up kids with hands on their ankles
Heads ascending heels
One house leveled onto the corner
Windows bleeding phonograph sound
Sometimes being twenty is useless
That's just how it feels
So mark up your territory, mark up your home
'Cause being with you is just like being alone
When I was much less of a bastard
I was still impeccably young
One day I should learn how to handle
Basic human life
When I was much less of a shithead
I still had the truth on my tongue
Now I stare at girls in the venue
I know that's not right
So mark up your territory, mark up your home
'Cause being with you is just like being alone
I put the suffix in sentimental
A sordid sentient being
Sick and sad and sort of psychotic
A stupid little thing
I put the letter into your locker
And signed it with a word
That I wasn't able to define
That I hadn't yet heard
You don't have to make me love you
Chances are I already do
You don't have to make me love you
Chances are I'm slightly confused
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