No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch.
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You can still sleep 'til it's dark outside.
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You can still just hang around.
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You can still not make new friends.
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You can ignore the ones you have.
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You can always ostracize yourself.
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You can forget how to laugh.
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Problems are all I create.
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I live in four month mistakes.
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So can we leave today and start the next mistake
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or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away?
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Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left.
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All their flakiness, my shakiness, the friends I've never met.
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But I didn't feel relief.
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In fact I just felt more regret.
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With a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness.
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And in four months when it finally gets warmer,
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I'll have already planned more disorder.
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When I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place,
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I'll be on my next mistake.
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Another boring story, another problem self-imposed.
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So can we leave today and start the next mistake
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or are we fucked this time? Can we not go away?
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Blah blah blah problems self-imposed blah blah blah.
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25 Hour Goddamn Telethon
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Bomb The Music Industry! |