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i could write a song about kissing you
drunk and on the floor of a girl's apartment
but instead i'll write a song you can't understand
any more than when i tried to
hold your hand to keep you there
you averted your gaze to avoid confrontation
shaking your head am i missing something
i wrote in my diary that dads says what i'm feeling is fake
i wanna lay in bed all day and watch x-files
maybe i'll make some mistakes
take some pointers from fox on how to deal
with skeptics and those who don't believe
maybe scully is right and there are
some things that you just have to see
i want to believe that you can't see right through me
and it's hard
i want to believe that you can't blame me for this
and it's hard
i hope there is more to this life than
what i've given and what you took
i hope maybe sometime that you'll
stop giving me all those dirty looks
from across the room out of the corner of your eye
you catch me looking and you wave hi
to my friends but you won't say hello to me
mulder's got it right, i want to believe
so i'll turn to the cosmos i'll pray to the stars
i'll bite my tongue while you're breaking my heart
and i'll keep on counting the days that i spent in your arms
reading my future in tea leaves, using crystals for strength
i'm losing my mind, i've got no one to thank
other than you and your lack of commitment
maybe this break up will force me to get with it
i want to believe in myself
but it's hard when you're out there with someone else
so please just help me
to believe
in something that
isn't you
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i'm sorry that you can still smell cigarette smoke in my hair
and that you know that all my clothes are soaked with cheap beer
i just came home from hangin out in some dirty basement
i tried to drink enough that i'd forget for a while
now i'm laying in bed
half sober half dead
and i can't seem to fall asleep
the numbers on my phone screen keep reminding me
that it's late and you're probably not awake but you wouldn't call anyway
i'll get high on my own, i'll pretend my life's not a joke
tell everyone back home that i'm okay
if i had more friends
instead of just acquaintances
i wouldn't have to have validation
i wouldn't have to sleep with him
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it's 4:20 somewhere
01:17
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i got high in the backseat
in hopes that you would notice me
closed my eyes and inhaled smoke
isn't this the girl i want to be?
in the backseat
i don't know what it's like to not be alone
but somehow something changed
and your voice, oh your voice
it feels like home
your voice, it feels like home
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i don't wanna be friends
your hands are full of my
tangled hair and my split ends
all of my split ends
so pull them out, out at the roots
remind me why i should forget about you
pick and pry until i'm bleeding
don't tell me why you're leaving
i don't care
i don't care to know
if you won't stay
why should i watch you go
i don't wanna,
don't wanna be yours
i'm sick and tired of what goes on behind
behind closed doors
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