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Decaf
01:58
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I Guess Its Just Me
02:18
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Prescription
02:44
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Senior Trip
03:40
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Doomsday 2K16
02:29
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Fight Night
03:07
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14. |
Shoelaces
00:52
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Three Weeks
05:45
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I'm gonna give it away with these eyes
I don't like myself much anymore
It shouldn't come as surprise to you guys
I've been shutting you out like the back door
This shit got old real quick
I've been dealing with myself for too long
Either I need to change real quick
Or I need to change the words to this song
I wear the same damn sweater every day
It's the only way I feel comfortable
Tell myself the same lie every day
"Don't worry man your life's not that dull"
Drive around the same town every night
Sad kid looking for a fist fight
Rhyme the same damn words in every song
The same four chords. I wish I was gone
I gotta a find a way out of this place
If not physically at least my mental state.
I've been dragging my feet like the burdens
I shouldn't have had in the first place
I apologize for taking my time
I was under the assumption it was mine
Look around why don't you,
Not one good prospect in sight
The same gas station every night
Sad kid looking for a fist fight
I'm just the space between
Two places that you want to be
Away from everyone
Just the way it ought to be
I'll never be "the one who got away"
from anyone
Ill never be the one who got away at all
Sorry if I seem disinterested
I promise its nothing that you did
sorry I haven't called in a while
It's just from "hello" to "goodbye" feels like miles
I'm sorry I I don't hangout as often
It's just my way to soften the blow
For when I don't hangout at all
I'll be nothing no texts no phone calls
I wish I had the balls to tell off
Every piece of shit whose ever pissed me off
I feel like I've wasted so many nights
Sad kid looking for a fist fight
I'm just a zip up jacket coming apart at the seams
I'm not his hands around your waist while you slip out of your jeans
I wish I was someone different
Someone better, Someone mean
Or I wish I could mean to someone what they mean to me
If I was a town on the map
You'd drive right through
Never look back
The worst part is I just know
I'm gonna miss this place someday
I'm gonna miss myself
Just like I've been missing everybody else
And they'll say "That's just life
You live and you learn
You love and lose"
Even though it's cliche bullshit
There isn't much else you can do
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16. |
Locals Only
02:14
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Twitters not a fucking diary
Now don't sit there and lie to me
You did that just to get retweets
And that's all that you'll ever be
You're a certain kind of person
If I can even call you that
You lack a personality
Too bad there's no app for that
Take a picture of a tree
Take a picture of your dick
Post it on the Internet
Bet your so proud of it
You're always instantly validated
I don't get it I fucking hate it
This isn't about me being right
It's just about you being wrong
So I put it in a song
A little FUCK YOU sing-a-long
I know I'm always thinking twice
Im always gathering the facts
You're always doing the opposite
you perpetual dumbass
I'm constantly just written off
"Oh hey Chazz wrote ANOTHER song"
Just hit like and move along
Just act like hey there's nothing's wrong
No one cares how your days been
No one knows who you are
No one cares how you've been feeling
Or what the fucks been going on
I had two red sleeves on New Years Eve
Two empty wrists today
But who gives a fuck these days?
Local music sucks anyway
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17. |
Elephant In The Room
04:00
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Life feels like it's been passing me by so fast these past few years
Feel like I'm changing
But I know I still suck
I'm still stuck
With this feeling that I'll never be enough
I feel like you've been passing me by so fast these last few days
Feel like everything is falling apart
Wish I could find a way to go back to the start
Maybe if we just stayed in this room for the next 18,253 days
Maybe things wouldn't change
maybe we could just stay this way.
I could write a thousand songs about the way that I feel
In fact, I will.
I'm a dead horse beat me till I'm black and blue
I'm the elephant in the room
I'm a fly on the wall, just listening to everything you people do
The doors locked
Now don't make one fucking move
Maybe if we just stayed in this room for the next 18,253 days
Maybe things wouldn't change
maybe we could just stay this way.
Maybe if my heart didn't beat so damn fast
At the sound of your laugh
I could sit back relax
Appreciate the good times while they last and
Appreciate what I've got right now instead of wishing I could go back
Maybe if we just stayed in this room for the next couple of days
Things would probably just stay the same
Places, memories, and people change
Let's see how long this feeling last till it fades
This could be our last chance to be saved
I'll let you in on every promise that I've ever made
Make every single day feel the same
You'll never have to worry about what you wanna say
Push all our problems away
Put both our broken hearts on display
Maybe if we just stayed in this room
It would change our minds
Maybe it wouldn't do a fucking thing
But maybe it's worth a try.
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18. |
I'll Be Here A While
01:57
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Mini Golf
04:21
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Every autumn brings this town to our knees
Spill us over, mix us in with all the dead dried leaves.
The hazy visions of what we all wanted to be
Masquerading as friendship and poetry
I'm on the starting line,
But I feel like I'm half-way through the back Nine
It's a daily routine.
Made up of knowing the names and the streets most of which don't bother knowing me.
Every winter knocks the breath from my chest
I should of have guessed, cold hands.
Never properly dressed.
Playing tony hawk on Christmas Eve.
Looking for cheats. Up, up, left, right, down, A, A, B.
I'm on the starting line,
But I feel like I'm half-way though the back Nine
It's a daily routine
Wake up late. Check the date,
What do you know, it's another day just dealing with me
Take it a day at a time, or two
I guess 365 will have to do.
Every spring catch me breaking my back
Searching for things I lack, I keep fucking around in the past.
One year older, one year farther away.
holding hands, rainy days. Dark, dark, gray
Every summer burn my skin by the pool.
Overweight and unhealthy, I'm just trying to look cool.
Sweating my ass off at Valley Lanes Cafe, what can I say?
I fucking hate that place.
I'm on the starting line
But I still feel like I'm halfway through the back nine.
But needless to say, life's just mini golf.
Who's been keeping score anyway?
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20. |
Missing Out
02:12
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I'm not going to
Sit here and lie to you
You know what comes next
This is such a mess
I drove to your house
In the rain without
One fucking god damn clue
What this all meant to you
Maybe it's just tonight
But things just don't feel right
Where'd I leave my keys?
Wish this wasn't up to me
Sometimes things just end
I shouldn't have to spend
One more fucking day
Not knowing what to say
You'll throw another fit
Sorry it won't mean shit
I've just been feeling down
Now I'm just missing out
I know you don't want to
But you're going to
I know what comes next
I'm sorry for this mess
You drove to my house
In the rain without
One fucking god damn clue
You never do...
I think that you were right
Maybe it's just tonight
Please don't forget me
And what we used to be
It's time for things to end
We shouldn't have to spend
One more fucking day
Pretending we're okay
I'll throw another fit
I know it won't mean shit
You've been feeling down
Sorry, you're missing out
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Yard Sales
02:24
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Its 2 in the morning
and im trying
its all ive been doing
i feel like im losing
me
i was able to pack 19 years in a box
move it only a couple blocks
doesnt seem that far away
the memories
are a different story
a new room to suffer
a new setting for my apathy
what happened to me?
used to be so fucking happy
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22. |
People
04:24
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Using your wrist to turn the wheel
Never fully in control
That's how this all feels
Always running on empty
Always stuck in fucking traffic
Every morning
I'm right back at it
I'm a person
Not a good one
But I've known some
I'm a person
It's a tough job
Doesn't pay well
But it's all I've got
Like being sober in your friend's apartment
When all you're used to is being stoned laying on the carpet
I'm having trouble trying to remember how all this shit got started
I'm starting to think I'd be better off just not a part of it
I'm a person
Not a good one
But I've known some
I'm a person
It's a tough job
Doesn't pay well
But it's all I've got
Like being lonely at your birthday party
Surrounded by friends
Coming up with reasons why you should not be
Like waking up
In a room, you should remember
Oh god I hope I can make it to December
It's nights like last night
Where I realize
All the people who left early
Are the people who got it right
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23. |
How Did Bob Ross Die?
01:35
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When you say goodbye to someone
they can either ask you why you're leaving
or when you're coming home.
I'm homesick for a place I can't go back to
Back to when my bedroom was
someplace that I was used to.
God damn would that be nice
And god damn I was right.
This story is getting away from me
When I was 17 I probably
Would have called it poetry.
When did you start getting high at 6 pm?
When did you stop being a friend?
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24. |
What I Should Have Said
03:49
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I still remember your face
When you said he took my place
And now when I lay in my bed
I wonder if I'm in your head
And when you said we could be friends
I knew that's how this all would end
And when you left me at my house that day
There's one things I forgot to say
Fuck you
Now when I see you with him
It shows me what we could have been
I haven't seen you in a while
But when I think of you I still smile
Just kidding
Fuck you
And now it's been so long since we even wrote this song
I just wanted something for someone to sing along
And I don't know how you've been and I don't care
I guess that feeling got lost between the years
Fuck youuuuuu
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Bleachers
02:28
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There's always a few ways
that someone could about this
But in this situation
the easy way is not on my list
Its just days away before
I fade away into the nothingness
Theres got to be a better way to tell
a stranger you're in love with them
So I wrote this on the bleachers
because I know you've seen me here
and I'll leave it in your locker
before I disappear.
Simons got a brand new girlfriend
She'll be gone before the year ends
And I've got a brand new crisis
I just can't stop blending in.
Can't even keep myself interested
I swear every twenty minutes
I'm right back where I started
Autumn came early
I never fall on time
And I've got this funny feeling
This years gonna leave me behind
There's always a new way
A few ways to stay out of the way
But in this case
With this face,
It's not my choice to make
So many pathetic attempts
that I'm gonna regret
months I'm gonna forget
So many things left unsaid
Texts unread
Nights spent in my head
Feelings ill NEVER express
Jokes I'll never get
The punchline of the rest
THE NOTES YOU NEVER KEPT
THE TIME WE NEVER SPENT
THE PILLOW WHERE YOU SLEPT
THE THINGS I NEVER MEANT
THE NEVER COULD HAVE BEEN
THE LYING TO MY FRIENDS
THE DYING ONCE AGAIN
WHEN DOES THIS FUCKING END?
So I wrote this on the bleachers
Cause I know you've seen me here
And I'll leave it in your locker
Before you disappear
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