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This Drink I Hold
02:46
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I'm fucking fucked again. "Should have listened to your friends," everybody said. I'm stupid; tired. 8am: ran away. It's 12:30, and I'm starting to stir. Drank all night again so I can get away from her. This drink I hold is my only defense. I've got a good attitude; strong body, but my will is week and I'll feel too bad. It's sad: everybody knows me now for my driving away and my passing out. But, HEY! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? "No body else knows what's best for you." This drink I hold is my only defense. I've got a good attitude; strong body, but my will is week and I'll feel too bad. "Oh, so now it went away?" I THOUGHT THE WORLD WAS ENDING TODAY! The effects are temporary, but thank god you didn't get married. Would've ran way to Niagara Falls and did it on the ferry. "So scary..." This drink I hold is my only defense. I've got a good attitude; strong body, but my will is week and I'll feel too bad. And so, everybody walks away. It's hard to think of something meaningful to say.
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Lazy Punx
03:12
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I don't want to change the world today. I got bigger things on my plate than singing a song about corporate hate. If I write enough angry songs people will change the world for me. The kids don't care anyway, they don't know GDP from GPA. "It's not a lack of motivation;" I just don't want to get out of bed today. "It's not a lack of motivation; punk died inside me today." I'm sick of writing songs about the war. DIY became a chore. Everyone finds out punk is a bore. Kids don't understand presidents and their economic policies. Kids don't know "tax reform" from "free Asian internet porn." Propaganda films and documentaries are tools of mass destruction.
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To be Young and Unsure
03:28
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I'm starting to think I'll never find a job. I'll just do dishes and fix the dryer for my mom. And, my dad, he'll get back but he say "It's okay," if I live with them for 365 more days. There's a reason I can't stay anywhere: I feel so vulnerable around the people that care about me. "They don't know what I'm going through." Even though I tell myself this, I know they do. I'm starting to feel like another sob story. Like, I'm destined to go down in a blaze of glory? FUCK THAT, I have to say. Just let me get by. I'll feel so much better once this panic subsides. Why, oh why, oh... Why, oh, why do I feel like, like I can't even put together a sentence to save my life? Some nights I just sit there, trembling in the back, as if there's no one in the room. I know I'll be fine, just feels good to put it in rhymes, even though every single thought that ever passes through my mind is ripe to me feel like I'm a basket case and I'm panicking about nothing at all.
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Fuck Bands
03:25
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There was never any message that I wanted to make. But, I had a hole in my pocket and a heavy heart full of hate. I don't want to write a song about my feelings, parties... Everyone wants to start a fucking band in high school, but no one understands that being in a band is not cool. Unless, you play the top-40 pop hits! Then every fucking girl will put their lipsticks on your dick! But let's get along. We'll co-exist. Even though every one of your songs is a hit and Jihad's not worth a bucket of piss. I don't care, it's not worth arguing. So, sing it loud for all your fans. Teenage girls just don't understand that there's a difference between "music" and "pop." Because when that bass drops their heart does stop. They don't know a god damn thing. There never any message that I wanted to make. But, I had too much and I really fucking needed a break. I don't want to write a song about my feelings, parties... But you shouldn't worry about me. It's only a matter of time before I fall off my 50-foot tall high-horse. And thought the impact will surely kill me, every song I ever wrote will live in infamy.
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I can't argue anymore.
06:42
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I can't argue anymore. It's hard to win when no ones keeping score. And, "Even if you won it wouldn't be a big deal. You're never going to change how anybody else feels." Everybody wants their own opinion, regardless of the facts within them. It doesn't matter if they're wrong or right, it only matters if they won the fight. So tell me what you want to hear. "Something that will fill me up with fear." It's not about who's "the best." Who drops the most bombs, who lies the most, who's got the loudest mouth, who's poor enough... it's not about who's "the best." In the end, it's not a big deal. Congressmen are never real. They're only there to make the President squeal; lower the market price of milk and cornmeal. Everybody wants their own opinion, regardless of the ideals within them. Nothing changes anyway, besides abortions and the marriage rights of gays.
In the end, I don't give a fuck anyway. Republican, Democrat, it all stays the same. I want: pot legal, porn legal, the gays to marry Rick Perry, terrorism, freedom fries, light pollution in the sky, 20 gallons to the mile, presidents with lots of style, Clinton's Sainthood made official, abolishment of the judicial, Christianity made illegal, everyone's last name changed to "Seagull," CNN GOES UP IN FLAMES!
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Interlude (shifting)
02:09
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Going Away
03:13
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Soon I'll be going away. No one wants to feel left out. You'll only see me on holidays, and we'll have nothing to talk about. Don't want to fucking waste my time singing your words, make them rhyme. I've got better things to do than write anonymous songs to. No I don't, that's a lie, I'm just saying "Goodbye." I can't wait to go away, but I'll miss my friends so fucking much. But now I'm counting on the days until we catch up and get drunk. Don't want to fucking waste my time singing your words, make them rhyme. I've got better things to do than write anonymous songs to. No I don't, that's a lie, I'm just saying "Goodbye."
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Fuck You
03:45
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She Stole My Heart
02:59
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Oh, she stole my heart away. I don't know what to do. It's either her or you. Oh, I met her at Wawa. I remarked that they should make a bigger cup for the coffee and she said, "Do you really need that much coffee?" and I said, "I do, as a matter of fact." What was I supposed to say? Oh, she had that little laugh and twinkle of her eye. Oh, she stole my heart away. Don't say its so, I got a girl but she don't know. Maybe another life, maybe another day. But, I want it now, so this is what I had to say, "Run away with me. We'll run until we're dead." and then she looked at me and this is what she said, "Do you really want me? Or do you want me because I put more than you paid for on pump 3?" And I don't know.
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This Bond
02:12
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Four years, we felt so comfortable. I didn't like the government, but damn, I fucking loved that school. I can't even figure out what time I fucking fell asleep. I was tossing in my bed all night hoping for a dream that would take me back to the place where I'll always feel like I'm apart of this camaraderie, held so dear to me. I can't see this bond breaking down into anything that breaks down from me to you. I don't want to be around here when everybody falls apart into tears. I can't even figure out what time I finally stumbled in. I was drinking whisky; gin. We're drowning in a sea of tins on a sea of memories we held the last four years. I will always feel like I'm apart of this camaraderie, held so dear to me. I can't see this bond breaking down into anything that breaks down from me to you. I guess there's else that I can say. I guess I was just hoping it would all go away. I can't even figure out what time the panic in brain had had its fill of pushing me to go insane. I don't want to be the guy that everybody knows to tiptoe around. But still, the panic in my head is all that I can think about when I am laying in my bed to get away from everything. It doesn't help that we're still mourning everything that we've ever lost. I will always feel like I'm apart of this camaraderie, held so dear to me. I can't see this bond breaking down into anything that breaks down from me to you.
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You're Okay
02:13
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