| Why won’t everyone just forget about it?
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| I left a trail of blood with love, not violence
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| And I don’t deserve anything you’re providing
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| I am cold, leave me alone
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| I tip-toe corners these days, always hiding
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| My mind, it swallows whole every last distraction
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| And all that I’m left with are a million questions
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| Like, «Have you grown cold?»
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| «Are you fucking miserable?»
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| I just can’t listen to sad songs anymore
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| I get fucking bored
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| Jealous of friendships that I can’t abide by
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| Jealous of these sinking ships
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| Watch the water swallow all of us whole
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| This time I swear it’s over
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| Jump in with your lungs wide open
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| Haven’t you heard cynics never recover?
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| There are words that I can’t even breathe
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| And those are the ones I’ve been dying to scream
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| Still jealous of friendships I can’t abide by
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| And we’ll watch this sinking ship
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| And the water swallow all of us whole
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| This time I swear it’s over
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| Jump in with your lungs wide open
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| Cynics never fucking recover
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| Spit on the stories you’ve been told
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| Cause now you’re so much older
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| It’s clear you’ve forgotten all about this
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| I don’t think I’ll ever recover |