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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