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Don’t Get Mad, Get Even
03:02
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I'm standing in my backyard
Staring up at the stars
Wondering if there's life on Mars
But we're not funding the research
To give us all the answers
Why we're even all here
I wonder why we're all here
And if we'll be okay
Cause lately I've been struggling
With the bending and breaking
Of my mental health
Either caught up in the crossing lines
Or staring at the blank walls of my mind
And lately I've been tossing
And turning in my sleep
Can't seem to shake this
Headache that's been plaguing me
For six or seven or eight or nine weeks
I'm looking through my telescope
Searching for some signs of hope
Hoping for a sighting of something
I don't yet know
Maybe we're an accident
An out-of-control experiment
And all we were, and are,
And ever will be was never meant
Cause lately I've been struggling
With the bending and breaking
Of my mental health
Either caught up in the crossing lines
Or staring at the blank walls of my mind
And lately I've been tossing
And turning in my sleep
Can't seem to shake this
Headache that's been plaguing me
For six or seven or eight or nine weeks
She's got the solar system tattooed on her left wrist
She don't believe in God
She's occupied by the question
Of why she is alive
I've been waiting all night
I've been waiting all my life for you
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
Lately I've been struggling
With the bending and breaking
Of my mental health
Either caught up in the crossing lines
Or staring at the blank walls of my mind
And lately I've been tossing
And turning in my sleep
Can't seem to shake this
Headache that's been plaguing me
For six or seven or eight or nine weeks
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I'm here now, I've been waiting
Impatiently deliberating
The choices that brought me
To this point in the night
I'm a fuck up, I'm a loser
A sorry sack of useless
Just waiting on the clock
To guide my life
I'm tripping on my tongue again
Talking about you at 4 am
In a drunken blur
I wade through my old email
Searching for your last words
To me
I'm so sorry I can't sleep anymore
Spouting off all the words
I've said before, and I'm
Desperately clinging to my last hope, that you'll
See past the man that I was
And you'll come home
I'm still laying on my side of the bed
Got these reoccurring nightmares
Not sure what they meant
And I'm already sick of twenty
Only been two weeks, I know it's
Just gonna be a shitty sequel to nineteen
But I won't go quietly
Cause those were the best twelve months of my whole life
And it's a waste of my time pretending I'm alright
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Got my first cell phone
For when I'm not home
Two hours later
And I found the perfect ringtone
December nights when
Another year's been spent
Wishing for something more
Than just a margin
My mom asked if my friends jumped off a bridge
Would I follow them? I said
Hell yeah,
I'm just trying to fit in
I'm seventeen
Do anything to catch the eye
Of the girl that sits behind me
In math class
I don't give a damn
About geometry
I just can't stop thinking about Courtney
Put too much stock in
Being a cool kid
But now I realize
That it was worthless
All that I wanted
Was an invite to a
Party on the weekend
But that never happened
My mom asked if my friends jumped off a bridge
Would I follow them? I said
Hell yeah,
I'm just trying to fit in
I'm seventeen
Do anything to catch the eye
Of the girl that sits behind me
In math class
I don't give a damn
About geometry
I just can't stop thinking about Courtney
Maybe you spent high school
Getting blowjobs from the cheerleading team
While I taught myself the guitar
Now I'm more interesting
How's that dead-end job?
Say hello to your mom for me
'Cause we both know that you're never leaving
Hell yeah
I'm done trying to fit in
At twenty-one
While you're barely employed
And I get paid to have fun
"Best years of our lives"
Yeah, right
Are you kidding me?
But sometimes I still think about Courtney.
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Rolled a cigarette
On her nightstand
Grab my sweatshirt
Pull on my pants
A silent goodbye
To her bedroom
I watch the sunrise
Through smoke that I blew
It keeps me awake
Been exploring all my options lately
Running short on doors
I have the motivation to open
It's like I don't even care at all
I'm trying on this heartache
And I guess it fits me well
So maybe I'll keep to myself
For the rest of forever
It still keeps me awake
You saw that I was lower than the floor
You met me eye to eye
That night on your front porch
And I wonder if I'll remember this tomorrow
Contrary to popular belief
I hope that I won't
Because I'm more afraid of change
Than being alone
I guess I'll just stay home
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