| All the ways I think I’m a man
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| I’m still just a boy and
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| Every time I think I have a plan
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| The road ahead gets destroyed
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| I’m chewing off the skin from my fingernails
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| Hoping some half-studied drug is gonna tip the scales
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| Am I just hyper-motivated or a masochist
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| I’d take a tub filled with bleach over a life with this
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| Staring at a stucco ceiling I just can’t stop
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| Feeling like I’m falling back on every little thought-crime
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| It worked out for me big time thinking on the old life
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| Back when I was always very thirst
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| Now gaining weight and thirty
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| I’m getting pretty thirsty, thirsty, thirsty
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| If I was just crazy
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| We could work through things in good time, but I’m too lazy
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| So it’s back to the couch where I find my days get hazy
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| Watching lives I’m thankful ain’t mine
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| Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive?
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| Every inch of ground I think I’ve gained
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| Comes at a much steeper grade
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| I’ve lost my place for the hundredth time today
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| So I re-read the same page
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| I’m wiping off blood from my fingernails
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| Because I bit too much as the thought prevailed
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| And the words that dissolved my mental dam:
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| Is this all I want or all I am?
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| I wish that I could just stop
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| Wishing I was punk rock
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| I hear every tick-tock
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| Counting down to stressing over grey hairs
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| Interviews at day-cares
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| Wishing I was still where
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| everything was dirty clothes and knapsacks
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| spot me for a six-pack
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| I could never go back, I will never go back
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| If I was just crazy
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| We could work through things in good time, but I’m too lazy
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| So it’s back to the couch where I find my days get hazy
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| Watching lives I’m thankful ain’t mine
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| Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive?
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| Too much everything everywhere all the time If I was just crazy
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| We could work through things in good time, but I’m too lazy
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| So it’s back to the couch where I find my days get hazy
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| Watching lives I’m thankful ain’t mine
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| Does it amaze thee, that I can be this banged up and still thrive? |