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That's Baseball, Baby
04:11
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I'm sorry for the things that I said
Just know I didn't mean it
But I still hate the way
It still hurts
And I still feel bad
But you don't
You don't even know me anymore
You don't even know me
You don't even know me anymore
You don't even know me
I'm so tired of getting stressed out over what you think about me
I wish I could forget
You and all the times we spent laughing by ourselves
Did you forget about how that felt?
I wish I could forget
Cause you don't
You don't even know me anymore
You don't even know me
You don't even know me anymore
You don't even know me
You don't even know me anymore
You don't even know me
You don't even know me anymore
You don't even know me
And I've been dragging myself down
Trying to figure out how
I can make myself feel better for
The things I've done before
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2. |
Couch
03:47
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Bags under my eyes
My room's messy as shit
Been home for a while now
Haven't seen you in a minute
I've been sleeping on the couch
It rains here all day
Hasn't snowed all winter
Started smoking cigarettes
Just because they'll kill you quicker
I've been sleeping on the couch
It’s so easy
To call me when you miss me
I'd do it if I wasn't so busy with my life
And so tired all the time
I would do it if I wasn't so
I've been sleeping on the couch
It's so easy
To call me when you miss me
I'd do it if I wasn't so busy with my life
And so tired all the time
I would do it if I wasn't so
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Blue
04:37
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I've been trying much harder
To get out of bed before I never got out again
I've been trying to eat and been trying to sleep
But I still feel like I've been beat
I'm not the same since
I feel so complacent
I Promised my mom that I'd try
To do better I guess that I lied
I've been losing my mind
For days and weeks or months at a time
You don't even know what my front door looks like anymore
Desperate to fix all I've broken
Left my confidence in the parking lot
Facing the wall with the fan on my bones are too hot
I'm not the same since
I've been so complacent
I promised myself that I'd try
To do better I guess that I lied
I've been losing my mind
For days and weeks or months at a time
You dont even know what my front door looks like anymore
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I haven't seen you since my hair was shorter
I still have your sweatshirt that you always wore
And I still think about you sometimes
I still remember our old conversations
Now I feel just a little bit strange
Do you still think about me too?
Or did you forget? Cause tell me how I still get fucked up over the same shit that
I couldn't get over before
What I'd give
To never have a thing to miss
What I'd give
The never feel like this again
I wish I could back to my old room
On the floor playing playstation two
And time would be stuck like that
I miss how it felt
To not feel so stressed out
I don't think I'm cut out for this
What I'd give
To never have a thing to miss
What I'd give
To never feel like this again
I haven't seen you since my hair was shorter
I still have your sweatshirt that you always wore
And I still think about you sometimes
I still remember all our old conversations
Now I feel so fucking strange
Do you still think about me too?
Do you still think about me too?
Do you still think about me too?
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