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Growing Up is Dumb
01:59
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When did I grow so old? Time passed by and noone knows what we'll see for the future, so we'll mull in anxious stupor. When your dreams can give no fix, and your life- it gives no kicks. Close your eyes and start to wonder if I can get a do-over.
Well, I say growing up is dumb, throwing out all of your fun so you can collect your checks. Selling your soul and getting wrecked. I wish that I can disappear- be alone instead of here. I'm losing my self-respect over promises I haven't kept.
If I lack my self-esteem it feeds my anxiety. What life brings makes you tough- oh, will I ever be good enough?
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Oh God
00:48
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Oh God I'll never be good enough
I'll never be like Dan or Jeff or Kalnoky
Or singing songs about oppression and anarchy
All I do is just complain about my mundane life
With dose of creepy songs 'bout girls not giving me delight
So why try?
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Everything is closed
When will things be back to normal, no one knows
I haven't seen the sun in several days
'Coz I sit in my room playing video games
To cover the anxiety
Of our new fucked reality
Spent all day in bed
Thoughts of you running through my head
We zip through Zillow, dream of a life where we conquer all
And then complain about being poor in our Discord calls
I'm feeling the anxiety
Of our new fucked reality
We can't do anything outside
of our houses if we wanted to
Unless we run away from society
Our collective impropriety
Will keep us on our toes as we run into the forest on our own
Life is forcing us to be alone
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Apartment 312
02:58
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Stuck in an apartment, she's lonely inside
Daydreams of old days, it's a matter of time
Til she blows again, til she blows again
'Cos Andrew's a douchebag- an immaculate schmuck
Goddamn annoying and abusive as fuck
He'll set her off again, he'll set her off again
Lexi's crying her eyes out again
What's been happening in apartment 312?
Teenage drama, dead young love has got poor Lexi overwhelmed
Can you hear the neighbors banging on the door?
Broken glass and dreams lay on the floor
With every day it seems there's yet another scene
She's weathering the tempest, try to keep herself clean
She's walking off again, she's walking off again
Andrew's abandoned Alexis again
But she's taking the power, with diary and pen
"Such a disgusting man, such a disgusting man!"
Lexi dries her eyes out again
Lexi's packed her bags, she's flying out to Maine
Leave that baggage on the curb before you climb up on that plane
Turn your back on broken legacies behind
Make that future for yourself, yeah, just climb climb climb
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5. |
Michelle
02:56
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Michelle, I know you haven't gone to sleep at all
Working graveyard in that little fast food stall
A little breaktime barely brings you any redress
My dear I know you must be stressed, oh yes, Michelle
Michelle, you know I hope you think of coming west
To get out of the cold New England mess
Thanks for bailing me out mid-month, I'm blessed
You and I have something going, Michelle, oh yes
Each full swig I take out of your flask
Makes me wish that we could last
Like that holiday card sitting on my desk
Withering each day that comes to rest
Look at us two tortured souls
Never gonna sleep at home
All I'm wishing is you're well
My dear Michelle
Michelle, I know that you divorced that drugged up douche
Carolina coast has you feeling no use
I'm just a little bit flustered, I admit
Green eyed monster chewed me out so I guess I'll split
Each full swig I take out of your flask
Makes me think about our past
Like that holiday card sitting on my desk
Withering each day that comes to rest
Look at us two tortured souls
Always gonna sleep alone
All I'm wishing is you're well
My dear Michelle
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Lily's gone to another place where like-minded younger wanderers seem to gravitate. Kaylin's there where I'd stay, where Dan P is the nicest guy, and we'll surely have some crepes.
Everyone is leaving me for far far away, moving for college, looking for knowledge knowing nothing ever stays. I'm kicking rocks here trying to figure out why I lose- because all my friends move to Santa Cruz
Kalena's there in a few weeks trading desert for the forest, ditching all these SoCal creeps. Eva's left there for back home, banana slugs, boardwalks, and beaches- a wonderland where I would roam.
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Home
03:42
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The mountaintops that fence me in, they're embracing where I have
been, I drive the roads up top; treetops, parking lots, no stops
Contemplate how being me doesn't fit with society
And how I feel like shit, darkness in a little bit and
I watch that orange afterglow; I see the stars up high
Shining hope to those outside; but they let me down 'cause
Nowhere feels like home
Nowhere feels like home
The road is where my heart is and that's what keeps me sane
When I stay too long my thoughts just turn back to the pain
That keeps me gone
Tired of living life in fear, always running from regrets
Constant reminders of memories I'd rather forget
Never far enough- I can't find my peace
Lay my head down, can't find any relief
Stuck inside that jail of your mind, muted voice running out of time
Treating everything as a threat, wishing I wasn't perpetually upset
The mountaintops that fence me in, they're embracing where I have
been, I drive the roads up top; treetops, parking lots, no stops
Never far enough, I can't find my peace
Lay my head down, can't find any relief
They say home's where you lay your head
I guess I'll rest my bones when I'm dead
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Nate Funk San Bernardino, California
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