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Twenty-five years into life
Been taking my time
Now it's about god damn time
I said something helpful
Like keep your shoes tied and your back straight
And your records out of the sun
Call your mom more let your dad
When his work is finally done
If you're looking for love
Or somewhere to call your home
Keep your head up
And your hopes low
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Anxiously
02:51
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These days I don't really like to get out of bed
I know thats lame and cliche and I already said that
In another song about someone else
But sometimes I find some chords that I don't want to waste
I work too quickly and write some words that leave a bad taste
In my mouth
Lyrics are hard
They get harder
Now I'm nervous that this is just as good as I can get
My eyes are buzzing my knuckles cracking I start to sweat
Summers are hot
They got hotter
And all the times that I told you that I am too scared of dying
To put any effort into or focus at all on trying
To get your attention
Or anyone else's for that matter
I really don't like the way
That your friends treat music like a game to play
To get ahead get big and get even
Whatever you can have it see you later I'm leaving
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Zero Bars
03:24
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I'll hang out with my hangups
If you wanna go out tonight
It's never been that bad by myself
It's not great It's Okay Sure it's alright
And you know me I'd probably just end up wasted tonight
So instead I'll just stay out of sight
I could take a walk down the block
To see if you're doing okay
I'm probably not
Second thoughts
Have a history of getting in my way
And you know me I'll probably just waste away to nothing here tonight
That doesn't sound too bad
I'll stay out of sight out of mind
I hate how you're stuck in my head like a song
That I don't know the words to and I can't look them up
Because they shut off my wifi and I won't have the money
To hook it back up
For another two months
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Occasional mouth sounds
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Indie (500)
03:36
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Try hard to lead a life like something from a Ryan Reynolds movie
Definitely Maybe more like Waiting for the end of Chaos Theory
I can't help myself I'm saying yes to every single invitation
Don't get my hopes up cause I know it's just another social obligation
So wish me luck
Because I'm stuck
Staring at the crowd that you cut through like the jungle you're a lion
Roaring in the quiet night my shaking hands are pleading I'm ignoring
Every instinct inching closer to your pride
My hopes and dreams and fears and doubts the space where they collide
You don't gotta let me down easy
You don't gotta worry about
Trying to find the words to say
Cause I already figured them out
Aren't you the fortunate one
Oh you're just like that girl
You know that really awkward girl
In all the indie movies where she drives the guys insane
Oh I'm just like that guy
You know that really handsome guy
In that one indie movie where he drives himself insane
All the time I spent making up people for you to be
Wasting my summer with sitcoms and Bond movies
All the nights I spent watching waiting hoping to see
A nod my direction to show this wasn't fantasy
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Knicks
02:50
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Started in the morning kept on till the evening
Stains in the sleeves of my sweater my hands
Oh I've been through worse
I'm not complaining
I'm just always shocked at
How such a small and quick mistake can draw so much
Hey I've done my time fair share of shaving
But this was a hack job
Blood's the price of impatience and I've been known to rush
Started in the morning kept on till the evening
Stains in the sleeves of my sweater my hands
Nicks on my chin and I know that I'm lucky to be here at all
You're on my mind and I can fight the feeling I've done something wrong
Nicks on my chin and I know that I'm lucky to be here at all
There's blood on my palms and my fingers my heavy chest heaving I can't fight the feeling
I've been doing wrong for such a long time
It's too late to repent and I am stuck with these nicks on my neck
And the blood on my sleeves and my hands
And my heavy chest caving in
Stung by this nicks on my neck
Stuck with these scars cared into my neck
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No, It's Fine. Halifax, Nova Scotia
Award winning Post-Emo-Pop-Revival. Pretty much exactly the kind of music you would expect a Nova Scotian who visited Philadelphia once and then never stopped talking about it to make.
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