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Country
02:06
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I wanna move to the country
I'll settle down and I'll never leave
And I'll take this restless soul right into the ground
And when I run out of money
And when my teeth are no longer clean
At least I'll be able to reflect on all of my memories
Like the time we moved to the country
We thought it was so pretty
And after the show in the next city we'd just turn around and go back
We'd never run out of money
We'd sell tomatoes to the local market
And we'd never get bored because there were always chores to do
I wanna move to the country
I'll settle down and never leave
I don't wanna move to the city
They'll have to kill me
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You're Going to Hell
02:49
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Well my dad told me that he's gonna work until the day he dies
Well I hope that I don't have to do that too
Well my mom told me that one day she's gonna pay off the mortgage
Well hopefully she doesn't die before she gets to see that through
Well my teacher told me that I should have become a doctor
I should've done something with my life other than a waste
Well my friend told me that I need to be more original
I need to stop using a basic chord progression it all sounds the same
But we only live once and I'm not afraid to die and I can't bite my tongue
When I talk about death I don't seem apologetic because God's work will be done
And he doesn't care if you live till you're 122, you're going to hell
Well Pavement taught me that it's cool to hate other people's music
Because no one makes the best music but yourself
And books taught me things about the world that I wouldn't even know yet
Like Existentialism and ideas that collect dust on a shelf
Well sleep taught me what death probably feels like
And to me, I think that seems completely fine
And work taught me to always try and just live life
Because I'd rather be dead than work until the day I die
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I Don't Think
01:51
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I don't think I'm ever gonna go back to school
and yet i love learning, you must think I'm a fool
I don't think I'm ever gonna make more than ten grand a year
I won't ever live on my own, no I will live in fear
I don't think I'm ever gonna move away from the beach
I'm too established, it's way too damn easy
I don't think I'm ever gonna learn how to play the drums
because I'd rather have someone else play the drums
I don't think I'm ever gonna get rid of my cell phone
It's a waste of time but at least I can call my friends
I don't think I'm ever gonna finish this fucking album
It's too hard to write, I'll never come up with an end
I don't think I'm ever gonna harness the gift of gab
I get anxious around lots of people that I don't know
I don't think I'm ever gonna sell a record that I have
I get attached to things, I need to learn to let go
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Tomorrow I have all the reason in the world to wake up late for work 'cause I hate customers and I hate my job
But lately I've been so happy that I don't even notice
The day pass by me and they won't stop
Maybe it's the weather or the lack of the winter
Maybe it's that I play guitar every day
But either way it doesn't matter, I was born to love and make things shatter
And no one can disturb me in my fate
You see, back when I was in middle school, I thought that everyone else was cool except for me and that really hurt
But then I was in tenth grade, I learned to play my friend's guitar and now I have no trouble saying my words
But those nights where we would drive up all the same streets
And the classes I failed and the lost hours of sleep
I will never forget what everyone in moments meant to me
And those filled notebooks with writing that I can't read and the empty packs that were thrown in the backseat
Even when I'm depressed, I'll still remember all these memories
And I just dropped out of college 'cause I wasn't going anyway
And I wasn't doing well and wasting time
And my family is angry but I know it's justified because I've been handed everything so far in my life
Maybe they're not angry, or maybe they're just worried
Maybe they're afraid I won't go back
But life is life and pain is pain and in the end we're all the same
And maybe a college degree isn't where it was at
When I was growing up, I thought I'd go to school, become a doctor and get lots of cash, marry a beautiful woman and own a nice apartment, save up and eventually become a dad
But those days where we decided to take a road trip and all the money that I spent on shit
If I could take it all back, I don't think I'd take back a thing
And those times where I slept on floors and couches and the dreams I have about getting myself out there
Sometimes I wonder if I could, would I get up and leave?
Sometimes I get depressed and I can't imagine my own future and I find it easy to dive into vice
But I feel so young, I can't see myself getting older
All I wanna do is play this music and play nice
But sometimes there's people in your life that don't see your vision
And those people do no good for you
You should say fuck em, leave em behind
'Cause there's no point in wasting your time and spend it pleasing people that don't even live your life
But all the places that I've been and all the persons that I've met and all the girls that made me smile and all the people I haven't met yet
As I grow old, I hope that I can keep an open mind
'Cause sometimes I just wanna die and I gotta tell myself that it's worth it in those times where I can smile and I don't need help
It's been a rough few months but I don't think that I'd take back a thing
And if I can sing my problems away, I don't think that there's any other way that I can be okay
Oh I'll be okay, I can stay happy
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August 2015
02:46
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Five hours of sleep and I'm still waiting for the caffeine to catch up to me
I feel a disease coming onto me like a side effect, it's called apathy
I'm taking my last breath, I've died a long time ago, I'm already dead
And I'm doing everything that I can to not end up in The Office
I'm crossing my fingers like they were stuck
I'm making out but it's not enough
It's not the half of it and I can't seem to cling to
That I'm on a path that I don't really mean to be on, to be on
I'm afraid that I've already experienced the greatest moment of my life, like I've already peaked
And every map that I read is just a waste of my time, it's all places that I'll never see
'Cause I'll never go anywhere but my work and home
And it'll lead up to nothing until I die alone
I'm gonna wallow in self pity and write songs about self-destruction
And I will be the one who tells you when I've had enough and I've had enough
I've had enough of being let down by the people who were supposed to turn me around
I thought you were one of them
I thought when we'd talk it wasn't passive aggressive conversation
About the time we drove through the hardest rain
And I thought that I would go insane
Because I couldn't see what was in front of me
And you told me this is no way to live your life
And I shrugged as if I agreed but I know that I'll never agree
I'll never agree
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(Originally called "Mickey's Dead" by Elvis Depressedly)
I ain't seen my mother since I can't remember when
I don't know when I'll see her again
I ain't loved my father since I can't remember when
I don't know if I'll ever love him
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