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I won't keep going backwards
No this isn't High School
I'm not like all the others
Or am I in denial?
I hope this isn't happening, I got so far and what for?
Just a few good friends to laugh with and a job that doesn't pay so good
I'm smoking shitty weed again and losing sleep at night
Over shit that doesn't matter like a High School Dumpster Fire
(You can't fire me because I quit)
You treat your fucked up friends like dogs that piss on the carpet
And it's making me upset how you could let this happen
All of your good friends who tell you all their stories
Hoping you would listen, but you never fucking listen
Cause to you it's still like High School, where nothing really mattered
But that's where you went wrong.
Everybody knows just who you are, and I guess it makes me smile to know that all the things that you have done have all come back full circle... to bite you in your ass
You never think it through when it comes to things like this
And everybody suffers cause you're insufferable
When will you ever learn you have to get it right?
Or we all go home without a story and time to kill at night
We're a bunch of fucking drama queens, lying fucking drama queens
We're a bunch of fucking drama queens, lying fucking drama queens
We're a bunch of fucking drama queens, lying fucking drama queens
At the annual High School Dumpster Fire
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FFF (acoustic version)
06:44
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Do you remember the time that we sat under the tree and I asked if you wanna see the devil with me? We got so sick we got so high, all we wanted was the planes to fly but those birds never flew they were stuck underground hiding in rocks in-between the sounds, and I hear you screaming at your TV you're screaming "Listen to me, why won't you listen to me?" but hey, that's alright, it's due in time.
We're like dogs eating dogs like feeding machines, and you don't care bout what that means
The song that plays doesn't have an end and it's not radio friendly but we could pretend
We're like dogs eating dogs like feeding machines, and you don't care bout what that means
I wish I could fly but I'm stuck underground but hey, that's alright...
We're like dogs eating dogs like feeding machines, and you don't care bout what that means
The song that plays doesn't have an end and it's not radio friendly but we could pretend
We're like dogs eating dogs like feeding machines, and you don't care bout what that means
I wish I could fly but I'm stuck underground but hey, that's alright, it's due in time
And I should've known better but that's on me, now I'm itching to leave and there's blood on my screen
I wish that you wouldn't make me feel insane, I wish you wouldn't leave me out to dry in the rain
But who am I to ask what names you call me? I guess you would know, you're a glass-half-empty kinda guy
Well that'd be fine, if you were right, that'd be fine, that's alright, its due in time...
No I won't leave, not until I'm done, I see you talking the talk but I don't see you walking the walk
And if it's all the same to you I think I'll run for the door and I'll leave you the keys if that's alright with you
That's alright, it's due in time, it's due in time, that'd be fine, that's alright, it's due in time...
Stay outside, go inside, so I could die, and you won't mind...
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