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Boy
01:52
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The nicest boy you've ever met still doesn't know yr name yet
But I'm pretty sure yr friends said he'd like to change that pretty soon
But once yr alone, you'll drink a PBR, you'll put something dumb on the TV set
You don't wanna think about him. You don't wanna think about anyone.
The meanest boy I've ever met drove a car much nicer than mine
and I liked to roll the windows down in the middle of winter.
I like to feel the snowflakes hit my face, I like to feel them hit the sides of my head.
It makes me feel like I'm young again, it makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long time.
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You bought convenience store flowers
You're pretty sure you can take over the world.
You're feeling awkward and sad but
everyone knows you're trying yr best.
Cut out Peanuts comics that you said reminded you of them
You said "it feels bad to be sad but I'd rather not be alone"
So lace up yr shoes, you gotta get going
Even though it's only six in the morning
You've got places to go and people to meet
and yr not gonna do that in yr sleep
So come on, come on, come on and get over it
I'm sure you're still feeling like shit but
something's gotta give and someone's gotta shove you
in one of two directions.
I'm pretty sure she likes you back.
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3. |
Yr Goldfish
01:35
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You said you'd take me to the water
But the weather got way too cold
You said these things are getting old
You used to be so proud of me
You showed me off
I used to think I was tough
But you don't think I'm much of anything at all
And I just get cold
I was yr prized goldfish in a beautiful bowl
It was worth more than money 'til yr interest grew smaller
It's pretty boring and I'll be honest I just wanna go home
I used to make yr day every time you came home
Until you found it kinda boring and to be honest I just wanna go home
I really just wanna go home.
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Morning
02:59
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You're genuinely someone that I'd like to know
And I'm not sure how much that really shows
I haven't felt confident in much in quite a long time
I'd like to say so much to you but I don't know how
I feel like my voice is just way too loud
If I could, I'd say "I'm losing sleep for you.
Tell me, do you lose sleep about me?"
Every time we talk on the phone
I feel like my head is gonna fall right off and my heart's gonna pound out of my chest and run back to wherever you are.
I swear to god I might just be overreacting
I'm making out pictures through TV static
But if you kissed me right now
I'm pretty sure that it would just kill me.
So I'll see you in the morning
When I'm feeling alright
I'll see you in the morning
When my head's screwed on right
Fuck the weekend and fuck all those terrible friends
Who made you feel bad when you said what you meant
You're not an actor, you've got things to say
and I'd love to hear them.
Fuck yr college professor and those collegiate utensils
They picked on you until you agreed with yr muscles
I just feel bad when you feel bad when you lose hope in the things you used to love
So I'll see you in the morning
When we're both feeling alright
I'll see you in the morning
When we're both feeling alright.
I don't wanna do this if I don't mean it right now.
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5. |
Not a Love Song
02:20
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This isn't a love song
I don't think it's anything at all
It's pointless and stupid
to write another song about you
I don't feel bad, I don't feel much of anything at all
I haven't for a while, I just laugh through the smile I put on for you.
This isn't a love song
Because I don't feel anything at all
But I wish I could, so it'd make sense to write another song about you.
I keep saying I'm fine, I feel this and that
I don't feel anything about you
At least not anymore
I wish we could've stayed in love for a little bit longer
I wish my patience was just a couple ounces stronger
I wish my heart didn't hurt so bad or didn't break so easy
I wish I could survive another couple months apart
But that's not my heart.
This isn't a love song
Because I don't feel anything about you.
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