| I’m tired of waiting around
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| But i don’t wanna leave
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| A second verse will come but not that easily
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| These habits break they never go away
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| I’m sure I’ll spend the day just fixing things
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| But I’m broke and I don’t mean literally
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| I always choke so don’t wait around for me
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| If I’m a mess then I guess it’s just a stress
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| Cause I’m always staying up and I never second guess
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| I guess
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| So I’d rather sit in my front yard
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| And I’d rather be close than far
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| And I’d rather just sit on the curb
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| And just look at the stars
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| I close my eyes and ears when everyone talks
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| I guess we only live and hear about our shitty jobs
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| And each day we get more content with just living this way
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| I guess maybe we forget
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| We used to dream and now it doesn’t seem the same
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| I think I’ll run away and jump off a bridge
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| And I’ll swim until I can be free
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| Of everyone who keeps talking to me
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| And I’ll play this guitar until my fingers bleed
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| And I’ll sing until no one listens to me
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| And even then as you pretend you’re happy
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| I’ll be dancing on the graves of all your could-have-been's
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| We might fail
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| We might sink
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| We might die
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| But I think
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| That’s the point
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| So so what
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| If we try it’s good enough
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| We get scared
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| So we stay
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| We’re so comfortable in the saddest way
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| What’s the point
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| It’s missing
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| So lets cut the bullshit and get to living |