| To the distractions attracted since adolescence
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| To your passions collateral damages
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| To the damned if you do damned if you don’t end it
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| And the long lasting abandoned friendships
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| To the friends that are fuck up’s but ya love em anyway
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| Cuz they’re gonna fuck it up no matter how much they change
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| To the smart mouth flippin' small talk cuz talk is cheap
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| I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP
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| To the dick head that wouldn’t hire me
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| Because I had goals beyond working as a cashier
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| To the idiot saying I’m not relevant
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| Because I don’t sound just like last year
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| To anyone that lost there way and found there way back
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| And didn’t have to rub it in our face like take that
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| To the father I’ll probably never meet
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| I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP
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| All I got is my word
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| All I got is my word
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| All I got is my word
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| And this little bag of herb
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| To the moves I was too afraid to make
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| The nights I stole from tomorrow just to stay awake
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| To the presidents that died to provide work for printers
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| The politicians selling privacy to an intern
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| The sinners pretending to be charitable contributors
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| The brutal honesty that kicked my dick in the dirt
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| To the zig-zag we rolled into a ball to catch Z’s
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| I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP
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| To the girl that broke my heart before I could break hers
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| The restless settling for second best cuz it’s safer
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| To the mommas boy acting like a ladies man
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| The poets doing pop songs just to say we can
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| To the Jameson waiting to hit rock bottom
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| The chip off the old block still rotting in a condom
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| To the birthdays I couldn’t afford to turn a new leaf
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| I’M DONE MAKING PROMISES I CAN’T KEEP
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| All I got is my word
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| All I got is my word
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| All I got is my word
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| And this little bag of herb |