| all these girls standing around me
and youre the one on my mind
throw some tricks and some cheap laughs
and youre the one on my mind
im so into bad news
i dont know what gets in me
im so into this bad news
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| @buried treasure in the mouth of a girl
another night bleeds into another day
new sun coming up party didnt speak quick enough
give me the biography about love you traded for life
or can we exchange our posters - beachside dreams waves and lighthouses
graced with a clever quote hiding at the bottom
maybe we can get dressed in chances of seeing shooting stars
ask me to tell you about what makes me tick and pray we never die
all the boys fascinated with how beautiful you look
interested in finding the next one for the night
and here's my fixation with what hibernates in your head
and i know it doesnt make sense but its all i need today
there's no room for backing out just
give me a cue and verify understanding anything i throw at you
raise my glass to the thought of you understanding wholeheartedly
and all you ladies and you gentlemen you never can say
"i need you. youre so critical to this progress. please stay."
you can just write of making new friends and controlling yourself
free range of motion and lacking guidance reaching blind
clarity hidden in shapes search long enough you will find
find behind all these nerves consumed with air
and i dont feel all too clearly today
(no, i dont feel all too clearly today)
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| give me two hundred ways to convince you my head's been under water for
one thousand and not enough days and now air has escaped to my lungs.
my brain my heart my soul is in shock and shaking. and this crossroad
of life is one ill never be able to look at again and i have to act now
and save myself in the future. im sure i havent even noticed all of
them on the way. besides, some are just fragments of daydreams.
she said i need to be supportive and the truth is i'm bleeding myself dry.
my eyes could even could cave in soon. black holes.
suck all of this away. i dont even have a bed in the place we all call home.
my day's long past when the concept left me in the night
'remember how happy i used to be?'
'we all used to be so happy'
dont forget, cleanliness is next to godliness.
i think i have bright ideas. right ideas. sometimes.
and keep telling yourself, 'this too shall pass.'
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| lean into me.
lean into me.
lean into me.
l ea n. i nt o m e.
(i cant write to save my life.
i cant sing to save my life.
i cant do anything to save my life.
but) i can talk myself to death.
i talk too much.
oh, piss. im so tired of talking.
im tired of everything. (even sex)
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