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I’m ashamed to say I don’t recall your name
Or even have a distant memory of your face
Truth be told I never care to hold onto what you said
It’s just in balance of the impression that you made
Too soon
To follow through
I guess I’m not enough to choke you
You don’t have to be my friend
We can just sit in silence, pretending we are dead
You don’t have to be my friend
It’s cool to just pretend
The shame is real, it comes and goes in waves
And awkward situations were never to my taste
Let’s draw a line out in the dirt and fight, see who comes out first
I’ll light a cigarette and call you up a hearse
Twelve beers
No fear
I guess it’s just dumb-luck I’m still here
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Get It off Your Chest
02:39
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Two weeks can turn into a year
If you keep feeding us the fear
Do not do what you want, do what you’re told or else
Stare at the walls and turn to drink
Watching the world go all to shit
Do not believe your eyes, believe the the words you’re told tonight
Well if you’re scared you’ll die alone,
You can always go back home.
Am I boring through your skull or
Boring you to death
You said you’re struggling to breathe
Now we’re sharing every breath
And if you have to leave I swear that I
Wish you the very best
If I’m getting on your tits well just get it off your
Chest
The same old message on repeat
On your TV and in your feed
Goes on and on and on and on and on and on
Well suck it up, if you don’t like it, tough
You never cared enough
You had your chance but screwed it up
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Moving Out
01:23
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I’ve been thinking about moving out, moving out into the shed
It isn’t all that big but I know I can make the rent
No room for entertaining, fancy parties with my friends
Just an old chair in the corner and sleep in the flower bed
Moving out, moving out (Moving out, moving out)
Moving out, moving out (Moving out)
Well it’s kinda cold and wet
But it’s a roof over my head
Well i’m moving out, moving out to the shed
Yeah we can drink and smoke, drink and smoke in the shed
My flatmates are the spiders and they never seem to care
There isn’t any weed just fertiliser here instead
And i doubt it’s all that good for you, but it goes right to your head
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Assume the Position
03:25
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Is there any way to cultivate
A feeling I could grow to hate some more
‘Cause my anxiety and lack of self control
Is falling drunk through my front door
Well It got that bad, I'm lost and sad it seems
Wasted twenty years filling my pockets full of a disease
And these words with you are just an argument
That I refuse to get dragged into
And if it is too soon, you can tell the truth
Oh it's okay for you to feel confused
And I will just assume the position
I have grown accustomed to
Just so long as you dont assume
I'm not miserable at all
There’s a hundred ways to push back onto insecurity
and deal with it
I'll take back everything and scream into the mirror
I've had enough of this shit!
There'll be time to heal, to sit and feel ashamed
I guess I’ll just get drunk again, and forget what I was gonna say
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Meet me at the morgue tonight
If you’re game to tag along
I’ll spill my guts like an open book
Leave you picking through the bones
I’ll send you up a sign
Let you know that I got home
But just in case, it’s lost in space
I’ll call you on your burger phone
Nickles on the dime is all
You got when you sold your soul
You’re back where you belong…
But you won’t admit you’re wrong
Or apologise for all the things you’ve done
You aim your prayers up to the sun
Ask to be forgiven for the shitty person you’ve become
Now your heart pounds like a drum
You laid in wait, took aim and blew them off like bubblegum
But you can’t claim it was self-defence
Your fingers were already shaped like guns
You’re not fooling anyone
You’re not fooling anyone
When I see you in the street
I’ll be sure to cross the road
I’m the joke told in your eulogy
The nail-bomb at your symphony
And Just ‘cause I’m alone
Don’t mean I’m —lonely—
I know we’re both a mess
I’ll see you on the slab I guess
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Mouser Farnborough, UK
Three idiots old enough to know better but stupid enough to do it anyway.
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