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Don't kid yourself
Don't tell yourself that you're not evil
'Cause they're cheering you on like you've never done wrong
Don't you pretend
The world is treating us all equal
When a person can starve as another one hops in a Lyft plus to JFK
To Europe, expenses paid, I know it's not okay
But I still participate

Когда твои друзья покупают себе дома и добиваются успехов в жизни, напиваться на подвальных концертах становится как-то по-детски глупо и стыдно. Люди пялятся, ведь, несмотря на все рекламные слоганы, алкоголь не делает тебя моложе.

На своём пути в светлое будущее я попадаю под грозовые тучи ваших напоминаний. Вы говорите: "Ты загонишь себя в могилу", – и поэтому я хочу набухаться ещё перед самим полётом. И я совсем не уверен, нужен ли я тебе такой.

Но мы приземлились,
И я понял, как быстро летит время!
Я так давно не видел эти глаза!
Я был так рад увидеть твою улыбку!

Awakened by a blaring notification
The contents of which I have trouble remembering
The constant chaos keeps a brain a'rattling
Tweaking yet somehow desensitized
Watching the world burst into flames for no reason
Other than the fear that you were wrong about something
Fuck building bridges, everybody start digging
A graveyard for the things that need to die

I’ve been doing this for half my years; I’ve been mouthing off in bars, trading shame for self-respect. My trajectory is crystal clear. I can see it in the stars that frame the shame above my neck and the sky is always pitch black. When I sneak away, I only wanna come back and see your face again.

I want to listen to The Cribs, my dear, while we make out in your car. Fuck the haters who object - they’ve overrated self-respect. The sky is always pitch black when I sneak away. I only wanna come back and see your face again. To see your face again, not borne on beams from outer space through AMOLED displays. To see your face again.

When I'm aching for their respect
I won't abandon anything
When I'm shaken awake by regrets
I'll try to just get back to sleep
Perfect always takes so long
Because it don't exist
It doesn't exist

There's a patch of ice shimmering under the sky
On the south corner of Bushwick on the residential side
And I'm afraid I'll slip

Most days when it's cloudy and all nights I stay inside
But it's 2:30 on New Year's Day and outside it's looking bright
And I could use some chips
And a bottle of soda

Someone hung a decorative surfboard
Up where your records and movies belong
This light makes it nearly impossible
To see if they fixed all the cracks in the wall

Staring out the window at your old apartment
Imagining the old you stumbling through tacky renovations
That the landlord wanted to cash in on the boom

Young, dumb and trying to fall in love with a six-pack of Coke getting warm in a cluttered trunk.
Burnt out on melodrama and teenage bitterness that I need to let go of.
Sucking summer off each others’ fingers
Windows down all showing the world we don’t care.

Christine doesn’t seem to mind that all of my songs are about dying and suicide.
Sometimes I don’t think I mind when she yells at my friends, I wanna yell at my friends sometimes.
Sticking flowers in each others’ hair

I want you to know I'm glad you're not dead.
All the hate in my heart has gone out of my head.
It took me some time but I understand
That I made enemies where I should have made friends,
'Cause it's way too much work to hate your old friends.

I want you to know that I'll be alright
If you feel like I do and you're over the fight

While you were asleep
Pulled my hood to block the light from the TV
Turned the volume up to distract me from constant noises
Leaking under the apartment door
It doesn't help
I get up and I crawl out and don't hear more
Make a barricade of full trash bags and empty boxes
Perched behind them, closely watching