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FREEZE SHITBIRD!
03:13
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FREEZE SHITBIRD!
Could you call me in an hour?
My mom's still up and she won't want us talking after all that shit last year,
Last year when your dad died,
you drove his car to Michigan just to flip it, and I won't
Be here forever, no I won't, be here forever
And Allison I know you're hurting,
Honestly, we all are
Allison, I know you're hurting, honestly we all are,
Could you call me back tomorrow?
I've been losing sleep every time we've been talking and I won't
Be here forever,
I'm sick of staying up past 3am, for this
Allison, I know you're hurting, honestly we all are,
Allison, I know you're hurting, honestly we all are
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Coffee Can
02:44
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there is a hole inside my chest that you can crawl into and probably live in,
or we can build ourselves a house out of piano wire and broken up teeth,
there is a hole inside my morals that you can push and i will give in,
or you can tell me what you need so i can kill myself just trying to please you
we’re only doing this because you think that we have to,
we’re only doing this because you think that we have to
we’re only doing this because you think that we have to
there is a hole inside my chest that you can crawl into and probably forget me,
learning a throbbing in my hand from where the wall has connected to the loose end,
please don’t tell me what you need so i can kill myself i don’t want to please you,
please don’t tell me what you need so i can kill myself i don’t want to please you anymore,
coffee cans straight from the cupboard,
cigarettes straight from the gutter,
wholesome details that slip the mention,
a phrase to turn and connect the dots,
a phrase to turn and help the dots connect themselves
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Street Cred Baby
01:49
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street cred baby, that's what they call me, except for the street cred part, i'm just a baby,
street cred baby, that's what they call me, except for that street cred part
slow down quickly, how could you do this to me?
i've been doing the best that i can to grow the fuck up,
and i've been doing so well,
street cred baby, that's what they call me, except for that street cred part, i'm just a baby
street cred baby, that's what they call me, except for that street cred part, i'm just a baby
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Homeschool Dance (party)
04:46
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Ten Speed
02:09
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i left my 10 speed by the river
i needed to feel the sand beneath my feet
i left my 10 speed by the river
there isn't a point to anything if everything
just up and dies
i seriously miss all of the house plants that
i've killed over the years
i left my 10 speed by the bank this week
i needed to feel some solid ground beneath my feet
there isn't a point to anything if everything
just up and dies
i seriously miss all of the house plants that
i've killed over the years
i left my 10 speed by your house last night
i hope you know what that means
i'm walking away from you
i'm walking away
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Skate or Die
03:07
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i could build a skatepark out of my ill-mannered good intentions
but i am not the well groomed jordan i am in my self portrait
slowly crawling back to confidence this year again
growing into my good hearted temperment through failed attempts
and i should have learned to skateboard
and i should have said that i'm sorry
'cause i am, i am so fucking sorry
you'll never find me here again
i should've said i was sorry
i should've said i was wrong
i should have said
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