| Miss skinny jeans, why won’t you talk to me?
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| I miss when everything felt right
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| My skinny jeans have gotten too small for me
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| But I feel smaller than I’ve ever been
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| I couldn’t be good enough, I couldn’t do it right
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| Now I don’t wanna even try
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| What does it mean when somebody says sorry?
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| Is it true regret or just a formality?
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| I’ve lost far too many days of my life
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| And I know I won’t get sleep tonight
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| But it’s alright, yeah it’s alright, yeah it’s alright
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| Might as well just bury me down in the Mariana Trench until I come out
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| And it’s easy you see, yeah it’s nothing to me
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| And it’s cold, but you’re warm, can we hug 'til you freeze tonight?
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| Can we hug til you freeze tonight?
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| (And we’re gone again, we’re gone again)
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| What does it mean when my body feels fuzzy?
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| I think that I’m gone, I think I’m going
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| I don’t know where
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| My legs are see-through and my hand polystyrene
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| Gotta let it happen, gotta let it be
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| Yeah it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
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| Pretty bedsheets, skull of concrete, it’s alright
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| Might as well just bury me down in the Mariana Trench until I come out
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| And it’s easy you see, yeah it’s nothin' to me
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| And it’s cold, but you’re warm, can we hug 'til you freeze tonight?
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| Can we hug 'til you freeze tonight?
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| It’s cold, but you’re warm, can we hug 'til you freeze tonight? |