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Here Today...
02:56
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Well ynow I always say
Hey Tomorrow's another day, but what if that one ends up sucking too?
Tomorrow's never guaranteed but even if it was
You can't tell me its gonna be any good
Cause no matter how much research, or soul searching i do
I can never seem to grasp the gist of life's spontaneous tune
Times are always changing
The future we cannot see
How do you know
what tomorrow holds for me?
Hug and kiss your kin
As the work bell's ringing in
The next you know, they vanish off the earth
Comfy houses, strong careers
They're all replaced with scars and fears
all the art you made is now just firewood
I don't mean to be a bummer, just a devil's advocate
Don't wanna get your hopes up too high
But heres the silver lining
We're all just compost in training
we still got time
to take a risk and give our grandmothers a kiss
Find a total strangers life
And try to do something nice
Erase entitlement from your mind
But i saved the best for last
We're all just dying and that is that
So cherish and live each day like its your last.
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Well I can't write love songs, i don't know why but when i see
how people pass us on the street, and look at you judgingly
holy shit does it piss me off, cause who are they to look down on you
without knowing your whole story
my heart is a language , i can't even try to understand
like how i love you most days, and other days I can't
and how you always drive me crazy, but calm me down
cause if i were to be logical, about this complex chemical
reaction in my head, filling me with dread
if i like you, if i love you, if i care so much about
then why on earth would i date you?
cause for all we know, it'll get complicated
it didn't turn out the way we wanted,
and once you go that far you can't go back
and i don't wanna lose you, or lose what we have
but here i go, complicating
but goddamn at the risk of fucking up
i just have to tell you you're the one
that i can't stop thinking about, you're the first i wanna talk to
when i wake up
because i trust you
and you're real with me
you call me out on my bullshit
and it makes me wanna kiss forehead and i'm so scared, but here i go
complicating
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Well i'm too tall for my own good you see
So much so i slouch too much indeed
And i could try harder to fix my posture,
but motivation don't come easily
And i get sick pretty freakin often
I'm allergic to everything
I apologize if i sound a little stuffy
Its just the fact that i breathed in today
And i love to mosh at punk rock shows
But I'm too skinny with no muscle tone
I can try to defend myself all i want
But I'm no match to a 40 year old drunk guy
And i mumble quite consistently
Most people don't understand me
Saying something meaningful wont always get across
I hope to god that you heard me
And I get lonely when I'm not busy
To have a significant other would be neat
But i am now, far too scared and selfish
To give more of myself away
I talk to myself now almost daily
Its a good way to brainstorm about things
But once in a while ill piss myself off
And have an argument with myself
I look like a giant dick and junky
Most strangers are afraid of me
But when i try to say hi with a friendly face
They just turn and walk away
On top of that I'm a fortunate white kid
Born comfortably, no poverty
But now i know, just how bad it could be
I need to do more good for somebody
Am i bitching enough already?
Are you sick of hearing me complain?
I just had to get all of this shit off my chest
And say, oh fuck, I'm so sorry
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4. |
Hey You
03:32
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Hey, hey you, ya you over there
Pretending that you can't see, or talk, or hear
Im just trying to brighten your day a little
With some poetry i'm singing from the heart
If you care
And remind you that the world doesn't revolve around you
Or that fancy phone thats practically part of your face
Hey, hey you, ya you with the bad attitude
Its ok, we all have those days, i'm not gonna sue you
I may not, know how you're feeling but
Ive got a good pair of ears for listening
So talk, if you'd like to
Cause I, may, not know you at all. But hey, who am i to judge you?
And I, may, not get you at all. But hey, who am i to judge you?
And I, may, not understand you at all. But hey, who am i to judge you?
And I, may, not like you at all. But hey, who the fuck am i to judge you?
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No Isms, Please
01:34
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Well I'm a man who don't like any isms
Not in my head, not in my salad bar
Please remove them from my TV dinner
I don't want that cancer in my heart
Cause labeling sets me up for failure
It prevents me from being who i wanna be
Instead of following suit, just because you think you're one of them
Examine yourself and how you really feel
So please remove these isms from my drink
I'll be straight edge enough to know that I don't want them
Remove them from my life, my life, my complicated fucking life
I'll go by who I am, instead of just a name
And I'll just live my life and be who I wanna be
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Off The Grid
03:50
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Tell me where are you now?
now that you're on your own again
Tell me where are you now?
oh tell me, do i even wanna know?
Tell me where did you go?
You won't even answer your phone
did you need a day off again
from the world and the people that you know
Tell me where are you now?
now that you're on your own again
Tell me where are you now?
oh i wonder, do i even wanna know?
did you get kicked out again?
are your parents no longer your friends?
will you up at my door again
asking, if you could have some more
did you drop off the grid again?
did you let anyone know?
did you drop off the grid again?
Tell me where are you now?
now that you're on your own again
Tell me where are you now?
oh tell me, do i even wanna know?
and i wonder, do i even wanna know?
oh please tell me, do i even wanna know?
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7. |
i wont miss any of u
05:54
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Well happy graduation everyone
I hope you had fun, these past four years
ya happy graduation everyone
I hope you had fun cause God knows I didn't
I won't miss you stealing my money
or giving me shit for being in touch with my feelings
And I won't miss you racists who pass yourselves off as Christians
Well happy graduation everyone
I hope you had fun, god knows i sure didn't
I won't miss you stealing my money or giving me shit for being in touch with my feelings
And I won't miss you racists who pass yourselves off as Christians
No I won't, i won't miss any of you
Well happy graduation everyone.
i hope you teachers, rot in hell
have a nice orientation on the river styx
except for the ones who actually cared about their students
No I won't, i won't miss any of you
Graduation goggles won't have any effect on me
I'll be moving on and moving up, farther than you can see
no, Graduation goggles won't have any effect on me
I'll be moving on and moving up, even farther than I can see
No I won't, i won't miss any of you
No I won't, i won't miss any of you
No I won't, you bet your fuckin ass I won't miss any of you
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Joe Billy Clifton, New Jersey
Introspective Acoustic Punk.
Just trying to bring people together, one song at a time.
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