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Talk To Me
02:25
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I don't care if you ever talk to me again
The days are gone
Where I felt so insecure about myself
If nothing else, I've left
Change in the floor for gas
And I'll wear my dirty clothes
They smell fine to me, so it's cool
My phone's been buzzing for hours
But I don't wanna pick it up
I don't care who it is or what they want
My phone's been buzzing for hours
But I don't wanna pick it up
I don't care who it is or what they want
I feel so awkward that I just wanna disappear
I don't wanna have the same conversation
We have everyday when I can't begin to care
When I don't give a shit
I don't care if you ever talk to me again
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2. |
Living Trash
00:30
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Swimming round in circles
When you found me
I was living trash
Sleep myself to death
With nothing but
$10 in cash
I wish you could see
Just how much you mean to me
Even though
I'm pretty sure you felt this
Way before I ever called you beautiful
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3. |
Lumberjack Love Song
01:23
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It bums me out that we only talk once a year
A couple short sentences away
When I get to look through old pictures
I know it'll be a tough one today
They were the best times and the worst times
And everything somewhere between
They were the best days and the worst nights
And I know exactly what you mean
Tried to hide smoking weed in your dorm room
Put a towel under the door
Maybe we"ll grab some lunch after class
Or stay and play video games instead
Maybe I just need to stop living in the past
Maybe I'm just afraid of the future
And take solace in the rose colored glass
That encompasses all I perceive
To be the best times
Wouldn't be the first time
That I've been completely honest with myself
That I miss you
That I miss you
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4. |
I Hope I Die
01:40
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I hope I die a horribly tragic death
With my chest heaving during each lonely breath
And the light shining through the trees
Will be the last thing I ever see
I don't wanna go out
Out like a dying star
Flickering off in the distance so far away
Nothing more than a flash
And taken out with the Thursday trash
Whoa
But that's just me
Boring to the nth degree
Don't let them ever tell you how you should be
Because you seem pretty cool to me
You seem pretty cool to me
Whoa
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John Darnielle saved my life
And I hope to return the favor some day
For someone else
But I ghost everyone I know
And I think they're all pretending
To like what I'm doing
No offense to those I love
And I feel the need to say I'm sorry
Even in my songs
Despite how cliche it sounds
I never knew love til you came around
Til you came around
I know how cliche it sounds
I never knew love til you came around
Til you came around
Joe Strummer saved my life
When I didn't think it was worth saving
But it really was
Well, I pretend that everything
Is birthday cakes and blowjobs all the time
I still struggle in my day to day
And I wonder if it's worth all this
If the shoe fits
Despite how cliche it sounds
I never knew love til you came around
Til you came around
I know how cliche it sounds
I never knew love til you came around
Til you came around
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Justin Gore Oak Hill, West Virginia
I write songs and do tattoos for money.
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