Hey!
Well, punk is dead
And, yeah, you're next
But it seems no
Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born
Quarters on the eyes
Rejected sacrifice
Cauterized at best
Failing your litmus t
Abusive excuses are all I have to holdUse and re-use
I'm not mad
I'm just bored
And everything I do is only
You high-fiving motherfucker, you high-fiving motherfucker
You high-fiving mothe
Maybe the life I've left
Is comin' back for me
Maybe the
Don't you hate it when people are in love?
They're so,
You're on to something good
But it can't be all that
I'd like to think that it's out of fear
When you
A one-trick pony in a one-horse town
You're feeling lonely and
Drawing a collective breath
I could cry myself to death
And wash
You pin me down, you box my ears
I'll get you
Sorry - to crash your partyBut I just couldn't wait
Yeah, I made a promise to love myselfBut somehow I
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