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Seventeen ways I can stop this Seventeen nights in this coffin No one cares if you've lost it when There's seventeen hands in your pocket Turns out that I didn't even want this Lying on your couch so fucking despondent "You should try getting high more often" Holy shit, what a concept I don't wanna hear Who you're dragging under It seems like every year I swear that you're getting dumber You think I'm a drain, I can't argue You're kinda the same, it's sorta part of your charm But when you really get on it Oh, lyrics You finally call, it's so arrogant "You still playing those songs? It's so embarrassing" "Nice of you to be sentimental" I say as I swallow the chemicals I don't wanna hear Who you're dragging under It seems like every year I swear that you're getting dumber You got nothing to say at all You've already said enough From Letras Mania