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Yes I wish that I could be here
It’s like my mind has gone to waste
Cause I forget your rules for old times sake
You should let me know when you’re tired
Cause I never know when you’re tired
Scratchy throats in the desert heat
I think that happiness is overrated like your white fucking teeth
I miss binging TV shows
Sitcom, laugh, shitty movie joke
Once more through this breach, my sons
Promises of loneliness and awkward conversation
Once more through this breach, my sons
Teenage drinking everywhere, acting older as a dare
So say goodbye, and take this light
And I know you want to be alright
You can say this was a fire
But what’s the point of being right?
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
Once more through this breach, my sons
Promises of loneliness and awkward conversation
Once more through this breach, my sons
Teenage drinking everywhere, acting older as a dare
So say goodbye, and take this light
And I know you want to be alright
You can say this was a fire
But what’s the point in being right?
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head
You’re over your head