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I know what it looks like, the ship's not capsizing. The driver's just drunk or asleep at the wheel. The map is illegible, we spilled beers all over it. We're all piss poor heroes, we're aching to drown in a sea of bad metaphors: trite, overused. Well, I'm sorry I guess talking just gets me confused. Dang dang. Dang dang. And as a result, conversations don't start, they sputter and stammer. They spiral like shit trying to go down the drain but keeps spinning 'cause forces are making it stay and I don't wanna talk 'cause you don't understand. This wasn't for anyone, Letras de cancionesI just wanted something that wasn't prepackaged, and that wasn't preplanned and now my only plan that is damn sure to happen Is slowly decaying on a shelf filled with millionaires saving the future in a sweet fucking press release, gloating on pedestals. You can't make a change unless you're there bragging, unless you're a dick about something that's pure to you. always gets fucked. hey, hey Google my name, 'cause kid, I've got credentials. My pop's a big shit and I can get you free long distance. My co-op is awesome, my fixed gear's ridiculous. Stop smiling, and stop frowning, I always thought you'd be different. And there's been talk of leaving for good, but how to where and what happens when they show up there with friends? show up there with friends Can you afford to leave again? afford to leave again there's been talk of leaving for good, but how to where and what happens when they show up there with friends? they show up there with friends Can you afford to leave again? afford to leave again From Letras Mania