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I know it’s been a while. I hope Italy’s nice this time of year ‘cause it’s fucking dreadful over here. I’m sorry with how things ended, I’ve barely kept up with people, I wish we had talked more over the phone.
It’s never too late to uncomplicate a lost friendship (and I hope we will and I hope we wiiiiill!). I don’t blame you if you’re mad at me, ‘cause I know I’m such a fucking dick, I’m such a fucking dick! (You really are though.)
And I know that you may not care, but I hope that you’re alright, I just hope that you’re alright. And no matter where you end up in life I just hope that you’re alright, I just hope that you’re alright.
Can someone explain how people talk? I don’t think I’ve ever understood, guess I should be glad I can open my mouth at all. But all these words that I keep saying keeps my brain second guessing with anxiety and depression where I’m not asking every question or contemplating every answer if only I didn’t stutter as I think of how to say this!
So far away, like eternity, if that’s even something that exists. Am I saying this right? Am I making sense? I just wanna tell you what’s going through my mind. Call you on the phone, oh wait I can’t, so Facebook? We talk through audio. Please don’t hate me even though I’m such a fucking dick, I’m such a fucking dick! (I really am though!) (Please hear me out while I’m freaking out)
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$ $ $
01:33
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I’m up to my eyes in debt, but I’m still trying my best to make due. (A body bag, a body bag, you can’t be sad in a body bag.) But how in the hell am I doing my best when I’m only spending fifty dollars on food? (All I had, all I had, all that money was all I had!)
Why am I such a lazy piece of shit? Why do I value my free time more than paying bills? Am I just scared of responsibility? Of being on my own in this fucked up world?
I’m black and blue, broke and in dirt, hoping I’ll make enough for my student loans. (Nine to five, nine to five, not enough money with a nine to five.) Bills piled up, payments due, how the fuck am I supposed to afford? (Live our lives, live our lives, making us pay to live our lives!)
I never should have bothered with college. Hook, line and sinker ‘til my diploma came. Thirty thousand dollars I’ll never have. What kind of motherfucker came up with that scheme?
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Father's Son
03:05
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And I hope and I hope that I won’t be like you when I’m fifty years old. What’s the fucking point of even starting a family?
I don’t wanna be.
And I hope and I hope that I won’t think that I’ll ever be like you. What the fuck did you just say to me? When you lied about how you had stopped cheating on my fucking mom. Every word you spilled was bullshit.
I don’t wanna be. I don’t wanna be my fathers’ son anymore.
I hope you’re listening when I say I’d rather be anyone else. I hope you’re listening. I don’t think even God would want you in his company, you’re such a heathen.
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