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Al Mirabella - Murakame
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I don't see why you're giving me advice about relationships
When you're not still in any of yours
We all become the thing we hate
As long as the thing you hate is skeletons
Or being dust on the ocean floor
We are an investment our parents made
They quickly realized they'd never collect the interest on
So we default to a third party organization
(And that's you)
They probably resent all the money I spend
Taking you on dates
My friends keep this list of everything I've ever done wrong
It's not the longest, but every item on it
Is the worst thing that one human being
Could ever do to another
They don't let me forget
But sometimes I want to say to them
I don't see why you're giving me advice about relationships
When you're not still in any of yours
We all become the thing we hate
As long as the thing you hate is skeletons
Or being dust on the ocean floor
So: I wanna be better
I've got until the minute before I die
On the day that I die
To legally change the name they're gonna put on my tombstone
I've got time left to get it right
I've got time left to decide
I've got time left to get it right
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I like to picture God in a Green Day shirt
If it's serious or ironic, I don't think we'll ever be sure
The only question I want to ask
Is if punk was ever supposed to work
Cause I hear it's dead but also still alive
And that seems like something God would get behind
There's a trinity in three chords
Chorus / verse / repeat
I'm a square peg, life's a circle hole
I guess that makes me a misfit
Just want to believe that everything good
Doesn't have to hurt
When you're around me I'm so comfortable
My clothes are like daytime pajamas
My friends all say, "You're so much more punk rock
Since you fell in love with her."
And everything you own is black
And everything you own is beautiful
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Go away like everyone else in my life
Why won't you call me back?
Maybe today I won't whine or cry
I miss you, it's a shame you had to go away
I see my friends and they're all smiling
While inside I'm slowly dying
I don't believe that anyone in my life
Has the guts to say
They want to reconnect with me
Sit alone by the fire till the embers eat my face
See my friends and they're all dying
While inside I'm smiling
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