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Songs
03:05
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How many songs are there about the seasons?
Too many fucking songs there's not a good reason
Where are the people that I want to believe in?
Why does this town give people mental diseases?
How many songs are there about my ex-girlfriends?
Too many fucking songs they don't deserve them
Why did I waste my time it wasn't worth it
Romanticize my summers feeling worthless
Why can't I write a song about my feelings
Without dissolving into sounding sixteen?
Hide behind cliche so that I don't reveal me
I want to be a normal guy I want the real thing
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Homecoming
05:02
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I spent Saturday night with my friends
And I realized that I have no friends
And I know it's cliche, but I just can't wait until I never have to see them again
To the person I was back in high school:
You're not as great as you think you are
You're smiling so sweet but you're self-conscious and discreet
You'll be nobody again in like two weeks
I broke my looking glass today and its so hard to think straight
When all my fingertips are bleeding to their bones
You make me bleed into my bones
This can't be healthy
And when we go our separate ways, I'll bend and strain until I break
Because it's so hard sometimes for me to be alone
You are a house but not my home
I cannot love you on my own
You're in the air that I breathe and you smell nice to me
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Voice
01:46
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I stopped making plans with all my friends
This is my life, this is the end
I tried to be like someone else
Besides myself I'm no one
I'm not a person anymore
Just a catalog of things I did
I let that shit define me
Leaving could not be better timing
I heard your voice for a second in my sleep
You were speaking soft and slow, saying something in a dream
I saw your face in the mirror next to me
Drunk and smiling in a stupor, and for a second I felt peace
I felt like me
My whole existence in these bags
In the back seat my mind wanders
Assessing statistics for
A better version of my last-year-self
I hope my mind is faring well
I knew I needed closure
Coerced myself to a cracked composure
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Track Record
03:35
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I know that I've been a bit quiet lately
A bit distant, detached from outside
But you know how I get when I'm inside my head
And I have no reason why I feel this way
I've been having the shittiest day
And I'm having so much trouble speaking, thinking straight
Remember the time I punched a hole in your wall?
Sorry by the way
Sorry if I embarrassed you
Its not like I didn't have anything going on
I just made a mistake
Sorry for embarrassing you
Just give me a break
I'm tired of everyone asking me if I'm okay
Well, I'm fucking great
Remember the time I punched you in your face?
Sorry by the way
Even though you deserved it
My track record this year doesn't seem to be that great
And just so you know, I embarrassed myself too
Please don't say my name
I'm just feeling a bit weird, please give me a couple of days
And by then I'll feel great
Thought I was more than I was now I know that I'm not
The me that I am is the best me that I know I've got
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