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And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words,
feels like most of the time, I'm only somewhat there,
So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction,
Hope for some condolences while she draws idly,
She says to "enjoy my little misfires," and "the fact that I'm alive,"
- I'm sketching dramatics into every line.
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance,
and despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time.
I'm getting better all the time.
And I want to be scared of the truth in fiction and all of our heartbreak correspondence because the thought of a fleeting impression, - it scares me to death.
So I might whine about the distance because I care so much sick, and you'll probably just be pissed and I didn't even think of it.
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance,
and despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time.
I'm getting better all the time.
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She says "It's not far to see me, maybe like a 2 hour drive,"
But we both knew something was over and the whole time we just cried about our limits, as human beings,
And our exposure to how things could of been.
And he's got "Plan Your Escape" on the inside of his arm,
And it made me feel better to know that escape is never far,
It probably holds sentimental value to have a constant reminder,
but for now it's just a tattoo of some record in his car.
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Natalie Dormer
02:02
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Strike some chords I don't remember,
and yell some words I wrote down sometime,
These songs are writing me you see,
look at all the words they are coming so quickly,
And God I hope that you're not fucking anyone else,
God I hope that you're not fucking anyone else.
Designer drugs from the FDA, it's alright kid,
have a real shit day,
I hope you spend the nights alone like I do.
And it just sucks to be alive when you don't feel alive,
It just sucks to be alive when you don't feel alive,
Just say something sexy like "I hate your band, stay the hell away from me,"
I think she's finally warming up to me, think we could start a family or something...
Hey Natalie,
Can't wait to eat your parents,
won't you unblock me from twitter?
And all your social media accounts,
I have all your social media accounts, anyway...
So anyway...
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Pillow Fort
02:33
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And the cadence of your voice said something completely different,
to what you actually meant,
As home-grown as old stones,
buried in the background of your parents home,
You pronounced your pronouns,
As if you were somebody else,
So set up and slow down,
Cause you were packing up your clothes,
So burn your garden or grow it,
I'm still sick to my stomach about it.
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Rosie
02:59
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You look at me,
Like we've both come to terms with your dying and we're dying for a little sympathy,
some sympathy...
You talked to God,
Cursed his symmetry,
Your birth and your cells malignancy,
And oh you're talking, oh you're talking,
I'm glad he talks to you though he never did say much to me.
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Infinite Chaz
03:28
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So go ahead and say it,
Taking photographs on the lawn,
Between sneaking away, sharing secrets in his car,
You know we're gonna tear each other apart,
As if it ever really matters,
You know we gotta tear each other apart,
As if things they ever really mattered,
There is no decadence in your vices,
You're so distracted by your portraits,
So go ahead and take your pictures,
Feigned artistic on the porch step,
Diluted reflections of a time when you had reflections in your eyes,
You lost so much time - you lost so much time.
So don't tell me that you're okay,
Don't tell me that you're okay,
So don't tell me that you're okay,
So don't tell me that we're okay.
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Dad rock songs about living with your parents.
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