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civil rights! basically (america) bright lights! living in the city (america)

it's depressing to realize that these people that you've thought had a much better hold on life than you don't really have their shit together. at least, not in the normal sense. and if i'm being honest, it does kind of matter

your parents and my parents, well, let's not get into that cause we're not like them we are nothing like them

hey, space cadet you can’t hang out with your friends even when you are with them

because your lover is listening to music you don't know and you're tangled up in the headphone wires you know our problems, they don't end just because we get boy/girlfriends is this your salvation plan? is this your salvation plan?

this is heaven but heaven is here this is heaven but heaven is hard

hey! can you hear me now? am i alone in my futile efforts? sometimes i get so mad i can’t do the few things i usually can which is sad

didn't mean to lie about it all

cause you're not living in sin well but you're not living in health well and you're a danger to yourself well and to pedestrians

i need a name for what i’m feeling then i can start to work on a meaning

and the times when i feel fine i’m just dancing in my mind couldn’t stay outside too long had to come and write this song

and he never saw the bright lights and he never had a good time and he never saw the bright lights and he never saw the good times

have i ever really (been in love)? i guess i've never really (been in love)

it's not a complicated mess and my back doesn't hurt and your head doesn't tell you to kill yourself so we smile and embrace until we don't know who we are

i hope that you're still asleep

spending my money in twelve dollar increments milkshake plus tip adds up to more than i think and i admit my heart is a laughingstock but that's why, that's why, that's why, that's why, that’s why

it's depressing to realize that these people that you've thought had a much better hold on life than you don't really have their shit together. at least, not in the normal sense. and if i'm being honest, it does kind of matter

i feel sick. i don't feel well. what a disgusting feeling. i don't like this feeling. how disgusting. this feeling sucks.

and i'm so far away from home last night i dreamed i had returned to the land of all my favorite highways

there's only one type of love it's the loving kind of love but when you're mad at me it's the end of times and i'm mad at you all the other times