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and i was the problem, i said it softly at first but a couple times more i started screaming those words i had a thirst for the insight, or whatever the fuck the shit was bleeding from your mouth, that night we watched game of thrones on your couch you told me, you feel nothing more whenever you kiss me.
why the hell are you so sad? You're the one that started it.
i wasnted to break every mirror in your house, so i could give a reason for having such shit luck lately, but then i'd have to answer to your dad, and i know he thought i was a cool kid, but he could still kick my ass.
I was the problem. I admitted it later that night.
woo.
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Brett painted words all over James’s back
He was a nervous wreck
It was the great American novel that no one else would read
I woke up on dan’s couch
The only place I felt like I could get away
Things felt pretty bad
But by the morning they got better
By the morning I felt alright in the end
Tunnels and city streets
Basements and liquor stores
We can’t buy our own alcohol
We can’t drive our own cars
Too busy burning old guitars
In the backyard
And planning to get away
It was the perfect kiss in my head
And it was only difficult because you weren’t there for it
We’ve talked about the perfect night before
But when it’s over it just leaves me wanting more
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Speed dating- 66 in Blue
02:10
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Smoke is filling up my eyes it's the opposit approach of meeting other people. there's not much sense in keeping new faces at bay, "you should have asked for her name and her number." an egregious act of terror in the works of trouble finding the words so I'll act out all my plans and my stuttered phonemes, consolation offerend only making things worse your terse response kills the drive i had and here i thought i was good at meeting other people.
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I don’t understand why you say everything hurts
Everything hurts
It’s the first, first day of spring, everywhere’s warm
Everywhere is warm
What a perfect scene to tell me off, put me in my place
You want your life to be a movie I want mine to be a song
So I understand, I understand
You bring up a good point, a make a good argument
I can see what you meant
This is how I cope, you’ll go home and tell your friend, and I’ll tell mine
Unfortunately for us, they’re caught in the middle, they won’t just say what we would want to hear
I guess we can just pretend this never happened, it never happened at all
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