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Eight Ways to Waste A Day
among my new generation late 2004 songs. this is soft.
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Take charge
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december in new jersey gives us something to hope for. four months out of summer spent walking through wet leaves. buy me a drink. it will be bad. how did i get to bed? is my head even above water? am i clear? someday someone will call me on mixing my metaphors. looking for something to draw on and wearing long sleeved shirts cause you don't want to see me in stripes
and this is it. this is eight ways to waste a day. this is boring/this is charming/this is a line in the sand. if you won't allow me an incoherent sentence, then f*** off. plug your ears if you close your eyes. this is one way to pass the time.
is it clean? is it sharp? straight, hidden? strike out! sighing softly, can't wake anybody up. you have to be alone to repeat old stories. to write with the same old pen, looking for something to spill. sick to shatter but i think my motehr has it worse, so i keep it bottled up.
and if they catch us, we might as well not go home. but we're not going down without a fight.
this is it. this is eight ways to waste a day. this is boring/this is charming/this is a line in the sand. if you won't allow me an incoherent sentence then f*** off. plug your ears if you close your eyes. this is one way to pass my time...
and this is it. this is eight ways to waste a day. this is boring/this is charming/this is a line in the sand. if you won't allow me an incoherent sentence, then f*** off. plug your ears if you close your eyes. this is one way to pass the time.
is it clean? is it sharp? straight, hidden? strike out! sighing softly, can't wake anybody up. you have to be alone to repeat old stories. to write with the same old pen, looking for something to spill. sick to shatter but i think my motehr has it worse, so i keep it bottled up.
and if they catch us, we might as well not go home. but we're not going down without a fight.
this is it. this is eight ways to waste a day. this is boring/this is charming/this is a line in the sand. if you won't allow me an incoherent sentence then f*** off. plug your ears if you close your eyes. this is one way to pass my time...
