I’ve got a sentimental set of excuses, I’m gonna use ‘em alright. It takes a certain kind of social recluse to stay in bed on a friday night. But I won’t lie down, I’ll take the pain and I’ll set it free. I won’t lie down, not trying to be who you see in me. Better odds await the faint of heart. I’ve got a new disaster to start. I’m gonna make my day. Way too deep to cash out now. Upside down & inside out. I never knew it was not okay. It’s a neverender. It takes a certain kind of burning contention to make you listen to me. It takes believing that you really can get there, to justify what you cannot see. I took a year of pain and I hid it away from you. What’s a kid with a broken heart and a fistful of dreams to do? It’s a neverender with constant reminders of why I could never move on. Looking back it’s like I never saw the signs...
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