| My antidepressant hides in a Smith & Wesson
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| I don’t know how to make anxiety lessen
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| I’ve learned my lesson
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| Don’t ever love first
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| Or have your psyche messed with
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| Intimacy lives in a hearse
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| Love is dead
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| It only exists in your head
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| And hangs onto your neck until your face turns red
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| Until it rips your mind into shreds
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| Now I’m just old news
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| A drunk and in love fool
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| Now I’m old news, a fucking fool
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| But it’s not so bad
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| You’re only the best I ever had
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| Drowning in static and feedback from the mic
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| That’s been stapled to my mouth my whole life
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| I need you; |
| I love you, is this all in my head?
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| Microphone check
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| No one can hear me I guess
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| Check
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| I wrote these words in blood to make sure that they meant enough
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| Can you hear me?
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| Can anyone hear me?
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| So say goodbye to chivalry
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| And all that meant the world to me
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| Hang me high in this anxiety
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| And everything I’ll never be
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| Everything that I’ve been feeling
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| Left me dangling from the ceiling
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| I’m only broken and misused
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| I don’t see what’s so unappealing |