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yr the one thats good
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michael collins
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google me, chuck!
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Another night at home, another google search
Ten easy steps to replicate some normal social function
I find it hard these days, to reproduce self worth.
The kind of confidence I could pretend to have when I was younger.
My socks are inside out, suspended upside down.
Let all the blood rush to your head, sit up quick and let it all drain out.
'cause these days feeling something's just been something to do.
And my high school friends armchair psyche class doesn't help too much.
But I'm the first to admit that asking for real help is real hard.
I stayed up way to late to study how the hardwood creaks
beneath the weight of dad's old Nike's threadbare socks stuck underneath.
I picked a blade of my ceiling fan, tracked it spinning for minute.
So hyper-focused on whatever gets me through this week.
And I don't need this. And i can't do it. And I don't need this.
And I don't need my high school friend's armchair psyche class that doesn't help too much.
But I'm the first to admit that asking for real help is real hard.
Another night at home, another google search.
Ten easy steps to replicate some normal social function.
I find it hard these days to reproduce self worth.
The kind of confidence I could pretend to have when I was younger.
Another baited breath another bad excuse.
The pinpoint pressure in my forehead from my lack of use.
Another silent shout, day in and cold day out, you haven't slept in days kid,
whatcha worried about.
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a link to the past
04:20
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The way that I bob and I weave between problems and questions is
so disconnected from who I was when we first met how can you be so
sure that I'm the same person?
That's easy some certified note from the government, says I'm inadequate at some stupid inconsequential thing. Like finance or driving or strictly surviving this terrible temperament.
Wait I think I'm catching up.
I'll just remain reserved and reticent and hide behind the humor of a comment on the internet I'm better than the boomers but a white claw in my right hand can't prove myself right any sooner.
Because it's a dangerous business frodo going out your door.
The immovable weight of too much sleep and quarantine means I don't do anything anymore.
Pin all my regrets to all the wrong questions
I can't believe I found you here you made the same mistake again don't bum another cigarette
You take 'em all for the long ride
and we'll go around town no one wants to be uptight anymore
You're taking my advice keep your head down stay inside the sad sad happiness you're looking for.
And pin all my regrets to all the wrong questions.
I can't believe I found you here you made the same mistake again.
And I've been doing alright watching the same shit over and over not expecting something better
If I can be honest then you can be honest too, I swear to god I'm trying hard and that's the god's honest truth.
Take a second, kid, swallow your poison and pride.
If I scream at the top of my lungs that I'll be okay it might just happen.
If I scream at the top of my lungs that I'll be okay it might just happen.
If I scream at the top of my lungs that I'll be okay it might just happen.
Saying I've never had confidence, never had common sense, all my words bounce off the bedroom walls at mach 5
Dodge all your compliments, dodge mild consequence, feeling this crisis since the day my fucking dog died
If I scream at the top of my lungs that I'll be okay it might just happen.
If I scream at the top of my lungs that I'll be okay it might just happen.
If I scream at the top of my lungs that I'll be okay it might just happen.
If I scream at the top of my lungs that I'll be okay it might just happen.
'Cause the way that I bob and I weave between problems and questions is so disconnected from who I was when we first met.
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hand sanitizer
03:09
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Hello, is just another way to keep cold, just another way to make sure I don't sound stupid on the phone, just another way to say that I'm afraid of getting old, that I'm afraid of dying young, afraid of doing what I'm told.
I like the smell of hand sanitizer, but I'm really none the wiser if my hands are any cleaner than before.
Open up the fridge and see there's Budweiser, but I think I'll just have water 'cause I'd like to keep from sleeping on the floor.
My heart beats slow when I'm alone, a look out of the window makes me feel at home.
My sleep starts around my toes. Make sure my casket's all the way closed.
I like the smell of hand sanitizer, but I'm really none the wiser if my hands are any cleaner than before.
Open up the fridge and see there's Budweiser, but I think I'll just have water 'cause I'd like to keep from sleeping on the floor.
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