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No, I'll bite my tongue
And wait for you to turn around so I can start to run
So I don't have to hear you lie about some trivial bullshit
You'll swear up and down on the bible it's true
And how do you not tell no one believes you
You, you never learn
Stoke up the fire and watch both sides of the candles burn
Like the ash in the bottom of an un-bussed ash tray
The hint of a wind and I know that you're gone
Unfortunately never for too long
And I got back on the freeway
Thought about you the entire time
And I wish we could take back all the mean things we say
But if nobody believes you why should I
Doesn't matter if you tell truth
Doesn't matter if you lie
Doesn't matter if there's holes in your alibi
I'm not buying
Doesn't matter if you tell truth
Doesn't matter if you lie
Doesn't matter if there's holes in your alibi
I'm not buying at all
And you can call me a bad friend
And you can just not call me
And you, you'll never change
When everyone's an audience
And nothings real the worlds a stage
Was there nobody there to hold your hand
And show you what it means to be a human
And I lost my faith in all you
Like I've done so many times before
And I bet you didn't think that any of this mattered
When you never seem to make amends
No consequences for your sins
Can't believe there's anybody that will call you friend
Doesn't matter if you tell truth
Doesn't matter if you lie
Doesn't matter if there's holes in your alibi
I'm not buying
Doesn't matter if you tell truth
Doesn't matter if you lie
Doesn't matter if there's holes in your alibi
I'm not buying at all
And you can call me a bad friend
And you can just not call me
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I'm looking out for falling knives and bricks, becuase I heard you've got a bone to pick with me / Now I can't sleep cause I'm worried sick that I'll wake up with an icepick in my brain / Keeping the door locked might keep you away, but I dunno if it's gonna keep me sane when I have pills just to make it to the end of the day
And so my bed's got a handgun underneath, I've got a suicide pill in between my teeth, I've got a 6-inch blade for my own relief / And I've got nothing but your letters in the mail to keep me up at night planning how I'll get out alive if you decide that's enough and now it's time I die
If you break in tonight, this is what I'll cry: 2, 3, 4, no no oh don't break down the door
So why can't we pick up the pieces? Why can't just everybody make up, take a break til the tension decreases? Just practice, treat it like a break up? Why can't we smooth out the creases? I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up
I'm looking out for the pieces of your mind you feed to me when you feel like wasting time / Not that they work how you want, like cyanide, strychnine, mustard gas, or any poison in kind, because I keep every bottle I've got underneath my kitchen sink full to the brim of the antidote, see / Take a chill pill, take a single second to breathe, and you might see it's not worth taking a hatchet to me
So why can't we pick up the pieces? Why can't just everybody make up, take a break til the tension decreases? Just practice, treat it like a break up? Why can't we smooth out the creases? I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up
You've gotta find some way to cut this out, cause I don't wanna hear it, never again, not now / My heart beats harder when you're around / It's not a matter of holier-than-thou
But it's a fact your temper ceases when you enact blood sugar increases / And it ain't helping you to hear these speeches / So maybe all you need are Snickers or Reese's
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Braceface - Stupid Songs
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STUPID SONGS
I was sitting in my room playing video games,
turned the radio on and heard "Basket Case".
Me and my friends wanted to start a band,
but we weren't that good with our instruments.
I picked up my guitar and wrote a stupid song,
about a silly girl who broke my heart.
Made a crappy flyer with paper and pens,
for a basement show we played for only our friends.
I was getting sick of lockers pressed against my cheeks,
so I wrote some new songs and learned how to speak.
I'm an invisible guy who can't disappear,
but I'm still playing the chords you don't want to hear.
I've broken some strings and I've made great friends,
while wiping clean tables with dirty rags.
I'm cleaning my locker of words left unsaid,
but I'll always have those songs stuck in my head.
I know someday I'm gonna get the hell out of here
I'm a suburban step off beat, but I can't go another year
(Chorus)
I know I can't see straight,
But this whole damn world keeps tugging on my strings again
And I keep crawling back to you.
This town has put me in my place,
And I know someday I'll get back on my feet again
But I keep crawling back to you
We were sitting on your roof singing our favorite songs
While choking on words trying to clear our lungs
We watched "Freaks and Geeks" in your living room
and tried to gain perspective about our youth
You've been losing your touch through a daily trend
while I'm on 57 North touring with my friends
Still holding onto reoccurring high school dreams
where I never kept up with the other black sheep
I know someday I'm gonna get the hell out of here
I'm a suburban step off beat, but I can't go another year
(Chorus)
Some of my friends went off to college,
and got a job they never wanted
Some of my friends dropped out of college,
and couldn't finish what they started.
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