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A song about a parking lot
To make you think that I'm punk rock
And weather I like it or not
I'm sure I'll hate it in six months
I'll mention a few punks by name
And even if I think it sounds fucking lame
It's really, truly all the same
'Cause Jeff and Taylor both thought it was cool
I'm still at the top of the list of all the things that I hate
But next on that list is everything that I create
I'll write a song about a broken heart
And how my whole world fell apart
And we'll both know right from the start
How this song's gonna end
A predictable use of four chords
Two minutes in, we'll both be bored
But if I'm lucky like Chris from Dashboard
This song will get stuck in your head
I'm still at the top of the list of all the things that I hate
But next on that list is everything that I create
I'll write a song about how I'm getting better
Maybe not now, but you know, whenever
From where I'm standing, it feels like forever
Until I feel that strong
I can't be sad forever
I won't be sad forever
I'm always working on getting better
'Cause I refuse to be sad forever
(x1,000)
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Liquid Sunshine
03:18
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It's the middle of March and it's 85 degrees
I'm driving through Clearwater with Vacation on repeat
I'm on my eighth cup of coffee, not even thinking of sleep
It's the best that I've felt in weeks
I'll get a house with my friends in South Saint Pete
And feel at home for the first time since 2013
Or I'll ride my bike to somewhere that I've never seen
Or somewhere in-between
I'm trying my best to do the best I can
In these trying times
I'm trying my best not to forget myself again
At least I'm trying this time
It's early July and it's 100 degrees
I'm trying to get some sleep but there's no fucking AC
It feels like a sauna, and I feel like defeat
'Cause I can't fucking breath
I can't pay my bills, I don't know how we'll eat
I'd pick up another job, but then when would I sleep?
There's only two ends to a candle, but I'm trying to burn three
I'm giving up on me
I'm trying my best to do the best I can
In these trying times
I'm trying my best not to forget myself again
At least I'm trying this time
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Princess Peach
04:20
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I keep thinking about self medication
In the form of caffeine, nicotine, and your Spotify stations
'Cause Nancy from the IHOP on 19 and Curlew
Knows I take my coffee without creamer because of you
And this may seem like a trivial memory
But I can't go three days without wondering if you still think of me
Do you think of me?
Do you think of me the way I think of you?
'Cause all I wanted was a hand to hold
And someone to share my pack of menthol cigarettes
And all you wanted was a shoulder to cry on and sex
You're so full of yourself
You'll probably tell of my ex-best friends all about this song
I wrote, where I don't mention your name
But you're pretty sure I wrote it about you
I only wish you could understand
I spent the past two years living inside my head
I was too goddamned busy hating myself
To even consider loving anyone else
Anyone else
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Community Couch Florida
Three-piece (Occasionally four-piece) band from various parts of the St. Pete/Tampa area of Florida. Farting.
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