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Though I'm filled up with anxiety
I'm still drinking more caffeine
Cause I've got a lot more work to do before I can sleep
And I haven't seen my best friends
In like four or five weeks and
I think the isolations starting to get to me
I wish I could afford to sleep
It's another night
Of restless stirring in the dim light
Distracted by all of the ways that my bodies ceasing to work right
Man is this really what we live for?
Cause I don't think wanna endure
Another sixty years where just waking up feels like a big chore
All to chase the dream of
The house, the car, the white picket fence
The wife, the dog, the two and a half kids
On a suburb street like where I used to be
Oh it's a hand me down century old relic
Covered in dust you couldn't sell it
It fits too tight and squeezes life from me
I always hear I'm in the good ol' days
And that thought just fucking scares me
Cause if I'm this stressed now I don't wanna see past thirty
Cause if it ain't coming together
I can't keep sustaining the pressure
Guess I'll have to say peace out and hope what's next is better
Cause I don't want the dream of
The house, the car, the white picket fence
The wife, the dog, the two and a half kids
On a suburb street like where I used to be
Oh it's a hand me down century old relic
Covered in dust you couldn't sell it
It fits too tight and squeezes life from me
Filled up with anxiety
And still drinking more caffeine
Cause I got too much work to do to get some sleep
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I don't know where I'm going but I'm leaving soon
The fragile core of nothing more than some shiftless loon
Just trynna make it to tomorrow
But the roads been looking hairy
All those flowered crosses scare me
I try not to get knocked down
But my heads already in the ground
Oh here I go
Singing my song
Here I go
Singing my song
22 miles down too many more to go
When all you got is your guitar it's an endless road
You mosey on till you're too weary
But it never gets less scary
Seeing crosses of those buried
I shouldn't let them get me down
But I'm just too planted in the ground
Oh here I go
Singing my song
Here I go
Singing my song
Go
Here I go
Here I go
Here I go
So here I go
Singing my song
Here I go
Singing my song
So here I go
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suck it up
03:09
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I heard a boy ain't supposed to cry
No matter how hard that fists thrust in your side
You suck it up
Or else the next ones gonna hurt worse
Fail to fight back and you'll be leaving in a hearse
Oh but then when do I
But then when do I get to cry
Tried to clog my eyes and then the fists burst out
Started swinging aimlessly at anyone around
I was seeing red
Watched em run away never to look back
And ever since that day my peace of minds been out of whack
Cause I don't know when I
No I don't know when I'm supposed to cry
Bottled up and beaten down
A stoic mans left on the ground
Cause he don't know when I
No he don't know when I'm allowed to cry
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Where've you gone
This chapters been dragging on
Can we please move it along
Cause this stagnant progression
Ain't made me strong
Can't even get through one whole song
What's the next step
Can I take it
How'd you find the scales to balance the time
Or are they still tilted as mine
From always wasting away up after midnight
Man it's been days since I saw light
And I've been dying to meet you
But it's so hard
Oh I've been dying to reach you
But I just can't make that call
Did you leave here
Was anyone I know still near
Cause going solos what I fear
But I'll take the opportunity
To be what they don't see
Oh do I ever get to me
Man I've been dying to meet you
But it's so hard
Oh I've been dying to reach you
But I just can't see that far
What's the point
In always trynna see what's unclear
Shouldn't I just roll back the years
And try to find some contentment
In what's around
Cause all I am is here and now
But I'm still dying to meet you
When shit gets hard
Oh I'm still dying to reach you
But I just can't make that call
Oh I've been dying to meet you
But it's so hard
Oh I've been dying to reach you
But I just can't see that far
Oh I've been dying to meet you
But I'll never get that far
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