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Track Name
States And Minds
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Album
Under Soil And Dirt
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Artist
The Story So Far
You have no idea how unproductive it is to fall in and out of you as often as I did.
You have no idea how unproductive it is to fall in and out of you as often as I did.
(Source: giveemhellchris)
I know I’m not the one you thought you knew back in high school. Never going, never showing up when we had to. Attention that we crave, don’t tell us to behave, I’m sick of always hearing “act your age”. I don’t want to waste my time, become another casualty of society. I’ll never fall in line, become another victim of your conformity and back down.
(Source: johncollege)
You live, you learn.
You love, you learn.
You cry, you learn.
You lose, you learn.
You bleed, you learn.
You scream, you learn.
You have no idea how unproductive it is to fall in and out of you as often as I did.
All I can listen to tonight.
Who I am hates who I’ve been.
We’re concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
But I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe,
I just wanna believe, in us.
When you’re with him do you still feel alone? So lower your draw bridge; You know what the truth is? While you can’t sleep though the whole night, he’s lying beside you, hiding nights from you. He’s not the one for you. He knows exactly what to say when you’re down. I knew something wasn’t right the night you said, “He’s not the one for you. I see more than just a pretty face, baby. He’s not the one for you.” Dark, deep lies behind your thick-lined eyes. You’re drinking to feel fine. It’s a matter of time. You still can’t sleep through the whole night. ‘Cause you’re his prize on the mantle, silent, in shambles, love’s such a gamble. He knows exactly what to say when you’re down. I knew something wasn’t right the night you said, “He’s not the one for you. I see more than just a pretty face, baby. He’s not the one for you.” It’s raining excuses. He makes you feel useless. Your heart is just playing tricks on you.
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead? Because this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.
Until now, I know we’ve never met. But I don’t want to talk, and I’m already upset that you’ll meet your demise in a drunken man’s bet. Take another pull to make certain you forget. And to think that you’re somebody’s daughter, away at college not getting smarter. Everything changes when all the lights in the room are as low as you, but don’t trip you’ll sober up soon. Regain an honest perspective as you puke on the floor, can’t remember why your knees are so cut up and sore.