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This guitar's gonna kill me All my friends in metal bands don't care about death All my friends in metal bands are getting married... what the heck I'm sitting on my couch I got from Nick, drunk and tired nursing a bruised ego While all my friends in metal bands are happy as fuck living in their tour van Listening to algorithm and blues That's not right You check on me now and again and I'm way too contemplative The care you've shown me through the years is so appreciated 'Cause I'm your friend that's in a band But don't feel much like playing I created my own circumstance But feel incapable of changing I just can't move Twenty something, tunnel vision, Saturdays with no cartoons Happy in my second story, I get lonely & clean my room Looking like I've seen a few things, feeling like they're mostly true Sold my van, moved to Los Angeles and I met you Fuck it Letras de cancionesAll my friends in punk rock bands don't care about the man All my friends in punk rock bands don't even have an Instagram Sitting here and I'm stoned as fuck and I'm thinking about the end of me While all my friends in punk rock bands are plotting the end to their enemies Listening Listening to algorithm and blues From Letras Mania