| I love this movie. |
| This is my favorite part
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| I know I should pay attention to my date but it’s dark
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| Avoiding real life, I can always live safely through art
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| And fall in love with pretty girls without breakin my heart
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| The mendacity of actually believing I’m in love with the act
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| And not the character incapable of loving me back
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| Or that my date doesn’t wonder if it’s something she lacks
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| That makes me wanna watch the screen and not jump in the sack
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| A discomforting fact discovering that we’d rather be
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| Watching an imitation instead of our reality
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| Imagine me, consciously, seeking out discomfort or fear
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| Or hoping to be saddened to the point of shedding a tear
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| Nobody wants to feel genuinely frightened or sad
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| But if the movie doesn’t move me then the movie is bad
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| That’s just a matter of fact
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| What fear working tear jerking movie could be sadder than that?
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| This almost feels like the real thing. |
| Who am I kidding?
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| At this point it takes every last ounce of impulse control
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| To keep me from putting my foot through your Grandmother’s t. |
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| If I could sink these crooked teeth deep in your arm
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| I just might. |
| Trust me. |
| I’ve never felt so impotent and crazy
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| Alcohol keps me suitably numb and hazy
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| Cringing at the thought of my own desperate acts
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| I can rationalize anything
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| Any act so profane, hurtful, disrespectful
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| Of my shameful wasteful acts, I am not proud
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| It hurts to say certain things out loud
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| And I’m scared. |
| You know I haven’t been sober in over ten years
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| (I wish my people’d stop avoidin the truth)
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| (I deal with the real and never feel the emotion) |