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Shit Luck
01:14
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I'm shit outta luck and my fortune just won't change
And this chemical imbalance just drives me fucking insane
It tells me "what's the fucking point?"
It tells me "go ahead and use"
And "never ever give shit back"
And "never ever pay your dues"
If life's a fucking party I'm that drunk passed out on the floor
And I'm not sure if I can take this shit anymore
But breathing in and breathing out is a trigger in itself
And I'm just shit outta luck
I only think about myself, never anybody else
And I'm hard wired to say that "yeah, everything's okay"
I'm a selfish fucking prick and I totally know it
I'm a liar and a cheater and a big ol fuckin dick
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Splinters
01:38
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I'll break your heart and drive my car drunk as fuck in the middle of the day
I'm up to no good and I'm convinced that it's okay
When I knock on wood the splinters add up just the same
I feel misunderstood but act the same way everyday
I'll break your heart and stab your back cause I know how to multitask like that
Dig my tweezers in deep but this shit won't give any slack
Buried underneath all the feelings you could have are the fuck ups I made
And that shit makes me fuckin sad
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Fuck You
01:01
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Guilty guilty boy, you know people aren't just toys that you can play with
I'd sell out without a doubt if I could win this popularity contest
Cause this shit is just a vessel
That's fuckin taking me
To the top of the space needle
So I can take a pee
On this whole fucking city
While they all cheer for me
Cause this place has gone to shit
But baby I'm still king
So fuck you and fuck your stupid fucking band too
No one wants to hear your piece of shit garbage love song
And fuck this crowd and the people in it who think that I'm wrong
I could really give a fuck
Cause in my book I play in the best fucking band in the world
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Fuck Me
01:17
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I don't wanna be famous anymore
I wanna be grounded my whole life
Sometimes it feels like such a chore
To pick yourself up off the floor
And I'm fucking over all this shit
I could try but I already fucking quit
And if you're looking for a nihilist
I'm standing right fucking here you piece of shit
It's fucking stupid how fucking useless I've become
I feel so boring, there is no story, just more problems
I feel so stupid
I'm fucking useless
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Depression and cigarettes
Alcoholics Anonymous
Still struggling to pay the rent
But all my money has been spent
On quick fixes and paranoia
I shoulda told ya
I'm taking one step forward two steps back
As my composure slowly cracks
And what do I do?
I'll fuck it up more and bore myself to tears
Giving into all my fears
And I'll try to disappear
Depression and cigarettes
Alcoholics Anonymous
Still struggling to pay the rent
But all my money has been spent
On libations and a lack of exits
My liver hates this
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Someone Else
01:54
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When I'm in my own head things seem to stop making sense
Cognitive thoughts useless, defenses I'll never shed
All the signals and signs are out the window
Everything that I know spins out of control
And that's when I reach for the bottle again
And that's when I stop hanging out with my friends
I turn into someone that I never meant to be
And it's fucking crippling
And it's fucking lonely
And it's fucking killing me
I'm really good at making the people that I love cry and want to die
But I can't stop the feeling that's building up inside even though it's a lie
And that when I start isolating again
And that's when my morality is starting to bend
I turn into someone that I never meant to be
And it's fucking crippling
And it's fucking lonely
And it's fucking killing me
And that's when I lose everything that I love
And that's when I truly stop giving a fuck
There's no light at the end of this tunnel I can see
And that's fucking crippling
And it's fucking lonely
And it's fucking killing me
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Milam High
02:06
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Shit coffee and sick people
Chain smoking is the lesser of evils
I spent some time there and I learned some tools
But rehab is pretty much high school
All the cool kids think they're hot shit
And the burnouts just go ahead and quit
You can study or you can fuck off
I've never met so many sober jerk offs
28 days is all that it takes
To clear my head and get rid of these fucking shakes
I'm aware that this shit ain't cheap
But neither is me drinking all that whiskey
I'm really glad that I'm not that cool
Cause rehab was pretty much high school
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Barks and Bites
02:19
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And I'm so out of touch with myself
I'm just a dog on a leash that's not tied to a tree
And the barks always worse than the bite
Everybody is wrong, nobody is right
It is no philosophy that there's just something wrong with me
And I don't need your sympathy, it's just this damn monotony
That's always here to fuck with me and challenge my sobriety
Prescription drugs and therapy, oh what a life
And I'm so out of touch with myself
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Life's Amazing
01:51
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I've never tried to convince myself that everything's fine
And that empty jim beam bottle on ward street is probably mine
The shits the same, it's a different day
I'm just inviting all my demons out to play
The leaves are changing, life's amazing
Still got no money in my savings
And I don't know if all this shit is worth it
I'm still fucked up, that shit's fucked up
Fuck life, fuck this half empty cup
And I don't know if all of this is worth it
I have a pretty good life
I smoke weed and watch tv
And get paid 20 dollars an hour to put milk on a shelf
I've gotten plenty of second chances
I even found a true romance
Still, I feel so self destructive
I'm tired of myself
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Must Be Nice
01:49
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When I see somebody snapchatting at a show it makes me go
"Oh no, what an asshole. Just live your fucking life."
And when I see somebody scrolling through their facebook feed
It makes me wanna bleed internally
But I hope it makes you feel alright
To fabricate your life
Constant connection, technological erection
Stroke that ego till it cums
All over your computer screen
Plastering your news feed
Post that selfie, then delete
You waste your fucking life
I hope it makes you feel alright
To waste your fucking life
Yeah, that must be fucking nice
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Bad News
01:42
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I won't let all the bad peoples words get in my way today
I don't like haters and I don't like all the hate they gotta say
What's the point? You try to change
It's totally okay
There's always more bad news steady in the way
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Snowflake
01:49
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Take a moment and think about how no one sees the world like you
Outcomes may be similar but there are differences working through
All the shit that got you hear now
How the hell did you get here now
Cause I am just the background when you're walking down the street
All these people are all around and they're all living differently
So who's to say that my life's any worse
Is life a gift or is this just a curse
You are just a snowflake falling through your own sky
Landing on your own ground
Melting at your own rate
You are just a grain of sand
You are just a drop of rain
A fingerprint in a hand
All I know is we're not the same
We're all fucked up in our own special way
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