I was looking out at twenty feet of snow
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That kept us in a fifth story apartment.
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But I don’t, so he can have another.
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Some things stick when you throw hard enough,
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But I don’t, he can have another, he can have another.
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I reinvest myself into the auction hell
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Play it a little faster every hour.
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It can happen to you any day, now.
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So I sit alone up in my room,
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Listening to old Green Day records.
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All by myself, some favorite bands,
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A couple friends and what it means to be 16 again.
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These old things make me blue.
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I was on the beach, to clear the memory,
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Too sad to see it go, but too fucked up to care.
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I spend my summer in your parents’ bedroom,
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Getting stoned and doing nothing.
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Spend my winter in some old apartments,
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Getting stoned and doing nothing.
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Spend my summer in your parents’ bedroom,
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Watching Casey make her own choices forever.
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Eat The Fucking Snow
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| Glocca Morra |
