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u r not my father
03:13
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you said i should go home
back to where i came from
there’s some things i’ll never know
like why you always leave when it snows
you remind me of my father when you’re mad
you don’t seem like the type
to think about me at night
i’m sick every time
i’m sick and i’m alright
you remind me of my father when you’re mad
i will stop losing you in parking lots like i always do
i will stop kissing you in your room in your room
i will stop losing you in shopping malls like i always do
i will stop kissing you in your room in your room
i will stop losing you at my house like i always do
i will stop kissing you in your room in your room
i will stop losing you when i turn around like i always do
i will stop kissing you when i don’t want to when i don’t want to
you remind me of my father when you’re mad
you remind me of my father when you’re mad
you remind me of my father when you’re mad
you remind me of my father when you’re mad
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2. |
they're just cigarettes
01:48
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smoking until the insides of my lungs
look just like yours
at least i’m not pretending i’m not dying
like you are
drinking until the insides of my liver
looks just like yours
you’re saying to stop doing what i’m doing
while you still are
i have a cough i really don’t want
and a reason to drink nyquil from the bottle
my throat hurts and i’m feeling really tired
but sometimes i don’t hate myself still
smoking until the insides of my lungs
look just like yours
and i’m not sure which one of us is really sick
me or you, the hypocrite
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3. |
sappy song 4 a chill boy
02:32
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you only text me when it’s 3am
and you are sitting all alone in your basement
you only text me when it’s 3am
and you want to kiss me but you don’t want to be friends
you only text me when it’s 3am
and i am tired and half asleep and lying in my bed
you only text me when it’s 3am
and i think you’re the coolest thing on this planet
you said you liked the way my hair fell at my shoulders
but now it’s grown past it
it keeps getting in my face and into my mouth
and sometimes i start choking
but i’m not sure if it’s because of my hair or because of my inability to live correctly
i like the gap between your two front teeth
you can only see it up close
like close enough to kiss
and maybe i just like the distance i am from you when i can see it
you only text me when it’s 3am
and you are sitting all alone in your basement
you only text me when it’s 3am
and i think you’re the coolest thing on this planet
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