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I've been told for most my life

"Wait until the perfect time"

By people who have been defined by

Skipping spots in line

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I've been told for most my life

"Try to see the other side"

By people who have never tried to

I've read that if you just sit on a chair and think

Of focusing your nervous energy

On the beauty of breathing

You could live a life of real tranquility

But I just thought of every stupid thing

We relive every misstep that we've made in our lives

And hoard our scary secrets 'til they wake us at night

And we think we can't escape from it

But maybe we might

If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right

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If the weather stays as good or better

I  might wake up early and escape

If  the terror of our end together

Can stay still enough to wake up late

I don't know if it will take four hours there and back by train

I  don’t know if the whole wide world is gonna end while I'm away

Like if you seem alive they won’t know that you’re dead

I mean, if you feel alive then you know you’re not dead

The only endgame for capitalism is dystopia

And we know all about it but we just don't know what to do

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Nothing more to see here, y'all

Get fucked up, break your stupid bones again

Get fucked up, lose your telephone again

Get fucked up, bother all your friends again

Get fucked up, shame your broken heart again

I really gotta leave

But I just wanna stay

I’m only a real person for a quarter-dozen days

Until I gotta scram, until I go away

'Cause the brain's gonna do things

That the brain's gonna do

I'm the worst kind of person

And I'm still in love with you

How's it animosity can just cut right through the fog

Of a pixelated memory that you figured was long gone