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Intro (Rada Rada)
02:29
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A thought in my core
A plaque stored
Inscribed, says, "laugh at everything you miss"
For seething bliss we always needed
Can we talk about TV shows?
The disconnect for something we find familiar?
The way we used to talk eight years ago
Never about ourselves
Her face is some sort of mask stuck on sad
Loopy and dazed, now straight laced
Calloused and peeling off
I like this side of you, taking everything lightly, okay
When you dropped the boys and opted for a different state
I miss it
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Take care; don't take a stand if you've found what you really wanted
In that city clone of our's
And even if I have the means in my own home,
I'll still drive to laundromats to know I'm not alone in this
I'm learning to live away from you
I don't know what's meant, or who's gonna end up with who
I'm turning off the fits from the outside,
Save it from your bright side
Save it for the downslide, to mirror a ghost town nightlife
You'll be fine
So what if I'm still
I'm still losing myself?
I need the lease in this heart to end now for you
I'll just head out in the dark, find another
Fall asleep rather than falling apart together
I'm learning to live away from you
I don't know what's meant, or who's gonna end up with who
I'm turning off the fits from the outside,
Save it from your bright side
Save it for the downslide, to mirror a ghost town nightlife
You'll be fine
So what if I'm still
I'm still losing myself?
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Pool's For Fools!
03:28
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I'm gonna swim; find my home
Under the ocean, far from hope and
You can't forgive me for this
I'll hold my breath; just reflect
Circumnavigate every sudden death match
We had on summer break. You'll always win
Don't call me "angel" ever again
Swell the charge; so who's in charge now?
I spent the memories on an ounce of hope
For better. How's Ohio?
How's it been? You look like you could use
Some innocence. You should throw me out
To see a change I need desperately
I've gone inside 2009 indefinitely
It's all I dream. It's all a dream
It's all a dream
I miss the calls on days I left the pool
You were the spark, and now I realize
There's no better life than our's
So where is it now?
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Spent twenty a day to basically buy a friend
Why the hell am I still doing this?
Bumming cigarettes for someone I used to know
Paying all the debts for regrets I'd never show
On my mark, drop the connection of he said/she said
To piss your gods off
Delete your graduation promises
And I'll delete every song
But you won't so I won't
We're stranger strangers anyways
I'm all the rage, with my credit card
And a place to stay
So remember all the nights you stayed
Remember all the things I made for you,
And god, I know it's not much, but I can't feed two
With all these college credits owed
I consistently drop out
So I'm dropping out of you this time
Why the hell am I still doing this?
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Home Of The Hornets
04:44
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What's the drive to keep this afloat?
Will friends forever ever ring true?
Every song is the final note I write over and over again
And you'll never know
I'm ready to run back to church
Stop getting angry so much
Learn to collect my thoughts
Maybe move to Chicago or just the town over from here
What's the drive to keep this alive?
You know that drive's still scenic and beautiful
Do you finally feel beautiful?
Do you still sing your receipts with, "I hope you find peace"
God, I hope you find peace 'cause god knows you deserve it
Do you still wear your green and white, and lay on your roof at night?
I'll fucking let go. This is the final note
At least I hope so.
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