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I'm sorry babe, you'll never be able to wipe away this constant look of discomfort on my face

I need another you to help me find a way to waste away these days 'cause theres too many in the way

It's such a drag to go out every Friday to find someone new whos down to kick it in my room

And at my old school I used to think things were so cool, but I just smoked weed in my room and started fights with you

But you know me better than anyone else
You took my hand and I dragged you through hell
And I no longer feel like a shell
But a bloated sequel to a movie where the hero never helps
and turns out just to be a dick
Who traded all the love he had just to drink 'till he feels sick
You texted me today and I tried to stay a step away
So I wouldn't slip and fall into all my old cyclical ways
Even though I would love nothing more than to curl up next to you at the end of my awful days
All my terrible days.

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from Cant but good luck, released April 20, 2017

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