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"Me"
01:57
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Chords: C, F, Am
People tell me to be myself and I say I don’t know who that is.
I’m staring in the mirror and I see someone staring back at me,
but I don’t know who that person could be.
It’s funny how i’m questioning my-my morality,
and words like ethicality have funny, funny rings to me.
And the line between right and wrong is now a shade of grey.
Is it normal to be 15 and struggle with your identity?
Because it feels like that changes every other day.
Now I’m saying things I’d never say, I wonder why I talk that way,
And wonder why I dress this way, who the hell am I trying to impress?
I have no one to impress but myself and I’m failing,
And i’m fran-tic-ly flailing, trying to catch a fall.
I’m probably crazy, and I’m constantly lazy.
And I swear to God if one more person tells me that its over
I’ll never, I’ll never, I’ll never leave my room again.
And its not like I was going to anyways.
because my pillows and blankets aren’t assholes.
Now I’m saying things I’d never say, I wonder why I talk that way,
And wonder why I dress this way, who the hell am I trying to impress?
I have no one to impress but myself and I’m failing,
And i’m fran-tic-ly flailing, trying to catch a fall.
But this is just quote on quote me.
Screaming at my reality.
It’s sad to finally see,
That this is where we… end
and We being me, myself, and I.
And ending by going to sleep.
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Chords: Am, F, C, G
I’m sick of over processing, and under-caring.
And I’m sick of all the stress.
I’m calling out in dis-tress, somebody please help me
get out of this mess.
It’s too early in the morning, to get out of bed.
I’ll just lay here… instead.
The regimen of society, dictates how our lives should be,
but I’m sick of conforming.
But it’s too early, in the morning.
I’m dying of boredom, too lazy to change it
The friendships Im making seem sorta pointless
for I’m just going to push you all away
Scared of commitment, indefinite ultimate
Impending impotence, my future seems so distant
(talk this part) but its only a couple years a way.
Do I go to college? Do I really want to do this all my life?
Hell man, can I afford an apartment off minimum wages?
Probably, if they raise it to 15 dollars an hour, am I right?
Then again,
Wendy’s has robots, increasing irrelevance.
Why am I learning, google knows everything.
I mean half these words I can’t even spell without autocorrect.
The alarming clock is warning me of my absence
But you know, I think I’m staying home today.
It’s too early this morning.
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3. |
Untitled_1
01:27
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Unemployment ain't a problem, it's a choice
And I don't blame them, cuz' what the hell are we working for
Finish highschool, go to college, get a job, then die
and all the people you thought that loved you cry
for an hour or two
when you;re six feet underground, we'll all forget you
and people make up reasons for life, they're not true
No higher power to go to.
No one will save you.
Don't stray from the herd.
the predators will get you.
gobble you whole,
and the world will forget you.
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Capo on 1st
Chords: Am, F, C, G
(Am Am F—, C C G—)
I’m alone now, I’m on my own
And I know now, how much I’ve grown
And I realize, how i must’ve sound-ed
When I told you, that I loved you.
A lost puppy, in the wil-der-ness
Running around the trees, fake hap-i-ness
No where to go, end up all alone
See a ball, glistening like a stone
Through the trees, I’ll trail you
Down the stream, I’ll chase you
I’ll follow you, wherever you go
Through the fields, past melting snow
I stop for a while, to catch my breath
Under the tree, in the shade
The hot sun above me rolls into view
on the horizon.
Dusk rolls on, like a cloud of dust
Smothers my vision, my hearing I’ll trust.
Where’d you go, my friend.
Where’d you go.
Where’d you go, my friend.
Where’d you go.
A sound behind me, is it you
I turn around, I know its true
I see you there, rolling away.
Come on ball, please just stay.
I’m chasing you, hot on your trail
Exited now, I exhale.
Through the field, near the home.
Towards the road, here we go.
The other side, you wait
Halfway across, I turn to find.
Two bright lights, on a ride.
I stay still, mesmerized.
Smothered vision, now revived,
before cutting to black.
Where’d you go, my friend.
Where’d you go.
Where’d you go, my friend.
Where’d you go.
You’re alone now, you’re on your own
On the other side, of the road. (Am ring out)
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5. |
Summer Vacation
02:25
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Chords: C, F
(post verse chord jam: C F C G)
It’s getting way too godamn hot outside
I don’t think, I’ll survive
The bugs are eating me alive
I think I’ll just stay inside
Cuz this crazy thing we call summer vacation
Its eating, its eating me alive.
And this psych thing we call summer vacation
Is ripping out my insides
“Go outside?” Now thats a trivial question
Go to far and you’ll lose your broadband connection
But stay inside and your friendships will need a resurrection
But its too late for any late night interventions
Cuz this crazy thing we call summer vacation
Its eating, its eating me alive.
And this psycho thing we call summer vacation
Its ripping out my insides
Now who the hell invented this, institution?
Stalin, Karl Marx, or good ol’ Putin?
They’re laughing now on some old Numbers Station
And I’m here trying to get out of, summer vacation
Now August rolls around, summer enters dissolution
We go back to the real old institution.
Started back with our education,
Man I wish I had back my, summer vacation.
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6. |
Emotion of the Ocean
02:06
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I can't understand,
why people expect love,
to solve anything.
cuz hatred,
is a human emotion,
and you can't reprogram everyone's brain
and I can't understand,
why people expect me,
to love everyone else.
when I can't even love myself.
(kick ass guitar solo by jimmy page)
But it's okay.
I never liked you anyway.
And it's okay.
You never liked me anyway.
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