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Outsider
03:11
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I'll pop a couple pills
Just to help me pretend
That I'm happy and content
With this life of mine
And always feeling like
I know what you want from me
And that's a person I can never be
But I still sit by the phone
And wait for your call
I don't deserve this
But I'm too nervous
To put you in, your rightful place
I'll bury my anger
This is how I cope
I'll pop a couple pills
Just to help me pretend
That I'm happy and content
With this life of mine
And always feeling like
An outsider, outsider
Nothing's beautiful
And everything hurts
Bloodshot eyes, sleepless nights
Wanting nothing more than to feel alive
I'm sick of acting
Like this is temporary
My thoughts will be, the death of me
A movie screen I can't shut off
A symphony that won't stop
If we pick at scabs
They'll never heal (oh wa oh)
Aren't we all just lost?
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2. |
Spring Semester
04:06
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Six months now
And your name is still on
The tip of my tongue
Does my art still hang on your walls?
What goes around, comes around
Just wait and see
The milestone around your neck
Will drag you into the deep
I have a thousand reasons to hate you
But I keep hanging on
Oh no I just can't let you go
I left that note on your car
And I don't think I've felt this small
You can still come home
If you want to
You made me feel crazy
Like it's all in my head
Then show up at my door
Asking if I'll sing you songs
As you lay in my bed
With your head on my chest
Like nothing ever happened
Now you're a ghost story
Stuck in my head
One I tell all my friends
I need to say my peace
And get this off my chest
I wish this never happened
But which side do I sleep on?
Now that you're gone
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3. |
Georgia St.
02:27
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I thought today would be better
You seemed in a good mood
But no one tells the whole truth
Is this the real you?
It's late and I think
It's time to get some sleep
You put me through hell
But I found my way out
But no one tells the whole truth
Passed by your house again
To see if your light was on
I never used the front door
Always crept in your window
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Now pour some salt
And leave me here
Its been a long year
But this was not my fault
I was caught in your spell
A liar you are
Twisting my words
I fell so slow
Tell me how much you don't care
My empathy for your apathy
Has gone on too long
Your place in my heart
Is almost gone
Never look back
Unless that's where you wanna go
The empty space hurts so much
And maybe, lately
I feel like I'm going crazy
The empty space hurts so much
It's one hundred degrees
And I'm still waiting
In the front seat
For your company
It feels like years ago
When 99's were the only thing you'd smoke
It feels like decades ago
When I held you close
Why won't you let me in?
I'll dig my grave in Rocklin (in Rocklin)
Where we use to spend our summers
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LUNGS Sacramento, California
a two-piece indie rock band from Sacramento, CA.
drums/bass: Stephen Hines
vocals/guitar: Stephen Starbuck
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