Way back in high school,
he was a big fat mess
that
Not waiting for the words to come around
In this small
Our story starts when I was fourteen years old:
my friends
Swells are churning overboard at midnight
(Lover, help is on the
Smoke and mirrors on a vanity stage,
assembled for one function.
A
I've got a picture of you and me
And it's taped
I think you know we're running out of time
You've started
I can't take these fights anymore
I've got too much at
I can see your smiling faces
watching others check the time
but
I’d say I’m drunk enough to hate you now
Or at
And baby
Yes I've been feelin the flames
the varience
Left a Post-It on a wall
But September, yeah, she brought
If you wanted to, you could just settle down
But you'd
Life-sentence spent in my head, skirting around the obvious
Brain-dead and
This time we'll set the record straight / Head trips
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