| I can sleep maybe eight hours a day
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| Maybe six hours I’m wasted
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| And the rest of the day I’m fucking dying
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| I know it seems like I flaked out on you,
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| But the truth of it is, I flaked out on me too.
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| We live in a haunted house that’s filled with our old lives
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| And everyone who’s ever died
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| I know it seems like I flaked out on you
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| Well, the truth of it is I flaked out on me too
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| That’s no excuse if you still want the truth
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| I’m not a bad friend
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| I’m just tired, and I’m different now
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| But I won’t make excuses
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| Tired and I’m different now
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| And I feel fucking useless
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| We live in an apartment that is filled with our own crimes
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| And everyone who’s ever died
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| I’m not surprised that you found a home
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| In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died
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| I’m not surprised that you fell asleep
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| And didn’t wake considering the choice I made
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| I’m not surprised that you found a home
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| In shallow graves with everyone who’s ever died
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| Sometimes I think I’m the only one who’s still alive |