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I'm sick of handshakes with fake ass band guys My friends and I are mad We're mad all the time I'm still got my bark I've still got my bite I ripped into you with on Black Light These feelings that I'm feeling Are all so conflicting Everybody wants to be friends (Now that's convenient.) Where were you last year Before we hit the high gear When nobody cared? These copy cats are getting feral now We're building sandcastles out from their ashes now Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired They say I went soft while going harder I just shot my horizons out much farther I still think it's dumb I need to strain when I sing Or else dudes won't like me 'cause "it's just not their thing" (fuck you) I wanna be a sellout just to piss y'all off While absolutepunk's sucking off beard-punk songs Letras de cancionesMaybe if we're lucky we'll get a review And if that goes well, maybe a feature too These copy cats are getting feral now We're building sandcastles out from their ashes now Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired Show me your, show me your violence While I'm dipping my toes in the silence Sometimes when I'm writing I forget that I'm cold Until the ice runs up my hands and then I'm froze But by then it's all too late and I forget what I know Sometimes when I'm with you I remember to slow down To take a breath and let these people stay floor bound 'Cause I don't need anything the way that I need you So get the fuck back I said I'm stealing rock back So take off with your snapback Before you get knocked flat I've still got the fangs I've still got the spite I ripped into you with on Black Light Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired Maybe I'm, maybe I'm tired Show me your, show me your violence While I'm dipping my toes in the silence From Letras Mania