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Turn around see those blue stripes across your chest
Tell myself that they probably look better on her
Than me, at my best intention, from a pinky promise
I’ll be wrapped around your finger tonight
I’ll lie about the cold as long as it takes
Yeah, the wind burns, but not as bad as the end of this will
You ask me if I’m your lover
And I laugh it off ‘cause I don’t know what to say
What do I say?
Fast forward a couple of days
She’s sitting next to me at some shitty café
And we’re watching her ex boyfriend play songs
About girls, and math, or something or other
And I, I’m trying hard not to care at this point
She’s making it real hard, by making me care about her
She says “what if this songs about me?”
I say “what if this one already is?”
What do you say?
The scene of the kiss is on the way to the scene of the crime
I let that yellow light burn me once
I won’t let it burn me a second time
She’s not in my life
She’s on the edges of
Burning down boundaries
And blurring my lines
The scene of the kiss is on the way to the scene of the crime
I let that yellow light burn me once
I won’t let it burn me a second time
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I’m staring at these letters on my wall
That I use to read as I fell asleep
You said you couldn’t wait to see me soon
But I have this feeling, we just said goodbye for the last time
So I’ll stay silent
Because you want me to be strong
How can I tell you that I’m fine
When I’m positive that I’m wrong
I’m staring at these letters on my wall
That I used to read as I fell asleep
I came home to these notes
Little reminders, I felt the tightening in my throat
I put all your things in a shoebox
Please ignore the tears
Littered between your sunglasses
And your sandals
This freckled piece of cardboard
Holds the best of memories
Cut short at 1:00AM
I heard you scream
I’m staring at these letters on my wall
That I used to read as I fell asleep
I came home to these notes
Little reminders, I felt the tightening in my throat
And if I really loved you
Why can’t I look you in the face?
And if I really loved you
Then why am I so afraid to say it?
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I threw up in your front yard tonight
We both know things haven’t been alright for a long time
And these bouts of anxiety attacks
Just won’t let up, won’t cut me slack
And I spent most of tonight
Telling my friends that I still like you
Tonight was spent
Like I’m still fifteen again
And these melodramatic half-assed tweets
Like “I really do hate myself, you see”
And “I’m such a mess and a terrible person”
Still won’t make me any progress
I’m sorry that I’m just not funny to you
‘Cause maybe you’re too young, or I want something new
It’s a status change on a Starbucks couch
Just minutes after leaving your house
‘Cause for the past three weeks, I’ve been worn
I’ve been mentally checked out
Tonight was spent
Like I’m still fifteen again
And these melodramatic half-assed tweets
Like “I really do hate myself, Marie”
And “I’m such a mess and a terrible person”
Still won’t make me any progress
Matt says “sleep well, it’ll work out”
But I’m not sure that I want it to
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"All You Need"
04:36
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She said “I never kissed a boy from Ohio”
And I’ve never met a girl from Denver
I’ve got a fling from California
But fuck it, this is college in September
When I kiss your lips
I know you’re not the one I’ll miss
Just trying to occupy the time
Capitalizing on a common kind
Dress rises up above
What fingertips cover up
Feeling out the stark creases
As I drift to another
No futon
To sit on
Whip through vinyl
‘Cause nothing’s final
No futon
To fuck on
I’ll meet you on the north lawn
Steve Madden and the soft sound of typing
Whisper their own fatalities
This never leaves the blanket
And it won’t go anywhere
Clouded by hypocrisy
Hair ties can’t hold back apathy
Hollowed words and two forced smiles
But it’ll fuel us for a while
Dress rises up above
What fingertips cover up
Feeling out the stark creases
As I drift to another
No futon
To sit on
Whip through vinyl
‘Cause nothing’s final
No futon
To fuck on
I’ll meet you on the north lawn
Steve Madden and the soft sound of typing
Whisper their own fatalities
This never leaves the blanket
And it won’t go anywhere
Louie on lossless
Tea from the faucet
Shouting out do it
She made me do it
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I woke up with these bruises on my arm
And I don’t know where they came from
But I guess it’s time that college showed its signs
I tried to lock my dorm room with a house key
It didn’t get me far
Old habits die hard
I may not be passing through a screen
But your front porch still invades my daydreams
I thought that I had left home
But it seems home has left me
And I’m just trying to get it back
I thought about inking Georgia on my wrist
So that people will stop asking me what it is I’m missing
My mom says I’ll die miles from home
I can feel my years ending
I may not be passing through a screen
But your front porch still invades my daydreams
I thought that I had left home
But it seems home has left me
And I’m just trying to get it back
Call it quits
Call it home
Call these broken fences posts
These stupid legs won’t hold me
Call it quits
Call it home
Call these stupid fences posts
These broken legs won’t hold me
I may not be passing through a screen
But your front porch still invades my daydreams
The notes up on the night stand
The keys are on the counter
I just hope they fit some day
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