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There's something bittersweet about still being home. You know I can't hold you next semester; can't hold you over the phone. I press my nose into your coat and feel the knot build in my throat. The lingering scent of your perfume: It's a store-bought scent but to me, it's you. I know that I'll be all alone. Stuck here without you until I'm coming home. I know it's not everything you wanted this to be. Sorry, sometimes I don't make sense. Just, please bear with me? Now we're done, and I'm away, but I can't wait to see you on the holidays. The leaves stick to my jacket and my hairs a mess and I can't fix anything because I feel depressed. I know that I'm never alone but I'm dying without you until I'm coming home. I know it's not everything you wanted this to be. Sorry, sometimes I don't make sense. Just, please bear with me? [I'm] Trying to get by everyday. I know you know I'm not okay. 300 miles away from home and I know I can't hold you over the phone. I know that you'll be all alone, but it's not my job to fix this so I'm not coming home. But, sometimes I don't know what comes first. Like everything I've ever tried to do: It only makes things worse. So winter thaws into the spring. I'm still without, but your voice rings In my head like a thousand bells, though I still cannot convince myself that this was anything to you. But if it was, sorry, I never knew. If I could find you now, and have it my way I'd have you here with me every single day. Wooooooaaaaahhhhhhhh.
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Be A Man
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My heroes aren't doing much and I'm afraid they might have it right. This ghost I call "panic" is haunting me tonight. And, if I buy in, I'm giving up. But, at what point do I lose my youth to the rest of my life? It's like a fucking knife cutting through me. I'm so afraid and I want to go home. There's no way out, I know. Time to grow up and be a man. Suburbia is in my hands. It's like a fucking knife cutting through me. At least I know what it feels like now, accomplishing something and feeling proud.
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It's been a bad weekend and we're waiting for the puck to drop. Like, if the Flyers win tonight we'll all feel a little better. Wouldn't that be nice? Sometimes we're afraid to step up. Like, doing to well is shameful? Our peers aren't doing much and they own that right, but being stuck here's painful. It's hard to find my way, but I'll be back again one day. I'll be doing something soon. No more staying up to 3 a.m. and waking up at noon. Throw away your cigarettes and shake off that rust because this secondhand embarrassment is killing us. "The longer we wait the worse its going to get." I'm sitting all alone in my car, procrastinating homework, and listening to the Story So Far. I've got an interview tomorrow over the telephone. "This woman doesn't know yet, but she wants to employ me," or at least that's what I hope. It's hard to find my way, but I'll be back again one day. I hope you remember me because I'll be doing something soon. No more staying up to 3 a.m. and waking up at noon. Throw away your cigarettes and shake off that rust because this secondhand embarrassment is killing us.
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Fuck You
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She said, "I hate the stupid way you walk." Her words are absolutely meaningless. I said, "I like you better when you don't talk." I'm leaving for the fucking city now. I bet you'll watch the debate tonight. You know enough to say "FUCK THE RIGHT!" You know exactly what is best for you, so don't listen to me, whatever you fucking do. You really drain my mental energy. When I'm too tired to argue: "Fuck you." I'll just say "Fuck you." Amateur astronomers found a planet with four suns. That makes you jealous so you tell me, "That doesn't make you smarter than anyone." I bet you'll read some book tonight to prove to yourself how fucking right you are. You know exactly what is best for you, so don't listen to me or anybody at all, whatever you fucking do. You really drain my mental energy. When I'm too tired to argue: "Fuck you." I'll just say "Fuck you." By the time you realize that sometimes you're wrong, I'll be gone and all you'll have is this song. I'll scream until my heart explodes. When I'm too tired to argue: "Fuck you." I'll just say "Fuck you."
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