| And I was
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| Catching up with old friends
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| I’m in the parking lot, you’re in a basement, I
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| I would expect that I’d just stay complacent there
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| You lost your parking pass, you were alone and scared
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| I hate the constant stress, and making such a mess
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| Of situations that I could not expect
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| I watched the cars go past, mutual friends at last
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| I never want to get my stupid t-shirt back
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| What about you?
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| Do you ever really feel alright?
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| What about you?
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| Does the thought of getting older really keep you up at night?
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| What about you?
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| I fell asleep in the closet, I know that I’m looking bad
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| All this pressure and stress that I know that I’ve never had
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| And I was
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| Coping in the same way
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| I’d rather stay inside, just smoking weed all day
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| I couldn’t go outside in the Florida sun
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| You lost your parking pass, the aging wheel has spun
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| I feel my bones are sore, moving is such a chore
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| The letters write themselves, you always wanted more
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| To see the world with me, that’s really all I’ll need
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| I felt your hands inside my faded sweater sleeve
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| What about you?
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| Do you ever really feel alright?
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| What about you?
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| Does the thought of getting older really keep you up at night?
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| What about you?
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| I fell asleep in the closet, I know that I’m looking bad
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| All this pressure and stress that I know that I’ve never had |