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
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
I open up my mouth to speak
you paint the picture
This time we'll set the record straight / Head trips
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