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Vinnily
03:30
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Misogynistic with stains from her lipstick thrown all over his ego.
Well at least he's not filthy, and his heart will still be prone to beating when she goes.
So she goes.
And she's gone.
She's shallow.
He's turned on.
I'm heartsick.
and watch this. Confused, apathetically from my putrid sheets.
with my simple needs that I'll never meet.
I'm sorry I'm so sad. I'm not really like that.
It's not what I don't have, rather, the thought of what i might have if I were to go back. Change things despite facts. Or if i had been told that nothing is forever, "let the time pass."
All of my friends are heart attacks just waiting to happen.
Lament my excitement, I'm constantly frightened of the fugazi known as love. Two conscious beings, they're each other's meaning. Stuck, with nothing else they want.
I don't
want to
believe
love is
some kind
of lame
social
construct.
NoNoNo and so I won't.
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You nodded out in the middle of your sentence. The tragic fucking story about every guy you've slept with and the day you stopped wondering if there really is a heaven, because you stuck it in your arm behind the 711. Let's go down again like we used to. I imagine you singing my songs, but we both know that it's not true. That it's not true.
Struggling
You've struck a lung.
Well doesn't it
Fucking suck to love what you kill.
Struggling to swim in my ocean of IOU's
I'd drain it myself but I'm always too tired to.
and honestly speaking I may have just lied to you, so this won't mean a thing. So don't hold your breath for me. Because I'm struggling.
She had the nerve to shake me screaming please wake up.
I told her not to wake me 'cause I just gave up.
Every time I see my reflection I cry.
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My life's an episode and I'm cancelling the show. But I am sober now and it won't work out because the polished bullshit's not so profound. I'm rightfully alone and I can't believe it shows that I am sinking here, need you miss you dearly. Better duck my friends before they fucking kill me.
It's like they're on to me an I don't believe they're wrong to be.
But, I'd never take you back again. I'll wave and fret. A lame attempt to show there's no shame at all.
Because I cant hate forever. And you can't break, you're better at faking it that that.
Keep strong.
Head up.
Fuck Him.
Fucked up.
Redeem.
Find love.
Shut down.
Hung up.
Tell me that you're clean. Tell me that there is a means to end the dreams that you can't seem to stay completely out of. Asleep or awake. And the problems are dealt with but I'm too dumb and selfish.
And I'd love your help but, yeah, lately I'm helpless, and I miss you...
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2 Kids, 1 Sandbox
03:27
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Fuck these boundaries. Where the fuck have you been all week. I've been known to have nothing
in this hole I call my heart. I'm never alone, just always apart from this hole I call my home. Not that you care, but I learned to say no. And my heart beat, It's too fast. My lack of interest makes It hard to react because the words you used were strong than the booze, and as cold as my spoon won't be when this is through.
- in this hole I call my heart. I'm never alone, just always apart from this hole I call my home. Not that you care, but I learned to say no. I've got no no heart beat. A collapse. My sense of humor left be me bound to relapse, because the words you used were strong than the booze, and as cold as my spoon won't be when this is through.
There's not enough drugs to recreate your love. But god damn it I'm gonna try.
You know I'll try.
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5. |
Indie Without The In
02:49
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Being drunk's not an excuse for anything but throwing up and being young's not an excuse for anything but growing up.
Inebriate. So high from hypocrisy, you know that I've gotta be hurt to say this man,
But for me It's just a centered pose for my eyes to paint a picture of various scenarios. None of which are considered. And seeing everything through a periscope gets old and all disfigured. But, you and I are very close and she's a pair of scissors. yeah...
And you can say you're sorry but you're only sorry that you got caught. And I may stay at the bottom, but It's so lonely at the top.
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