> three weeks and counting til hes on his way to france not a dime in his pocket, but a ticket in his hand hes a cynical bastard, but theres hope in his eyes its been a long time comin, spent a long time runnin from his insides
he tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed but nothing tastes as clever as it sounded in his head he wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in he should have billions of dollars, cuz every assholes put two cents in
chorus but he writes the songs and he can say what he wants, yeah, he can be who he wants to and they say hes wrong, but they keep tagging along, yeah, they can leave if they want to and his way will never meet yours hes got the world on his back and watch him take it on all fours
9 out of 10 motherfuckers agree that his fucking foul language is a fucking travesty but motherfucking fuck is just another fucking word the idea a word is dirty is to him fucking absurd
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bridge and this world will soon be the death of him and his voice will fade away and his jeans will be all thats left of him and theyll wonder if he was okay and the alkiesll say it was drinkin and the preacherll say it was sin and his motherll say he was thinkin only of himself again and the gays they will say it was straight people and the straights will said it was AIDS and hell be in line at the gate people still standing in his way, in his way
> i dont know where were going but i know weve gone too far and i hope it isnt showing but i think i love you and i cant believe youre leaving just when i let you in and when you had me believing i could feel again
i could give a million reasons why we should not be friends our moods change like the seasons when my mood ends your mood begins and youre a tease, youre a cockblocker, youre a loudmouth bitch, and a big talker, but thats okay youll grow up someday
chorus youre the pill i never wanted to take an anti-misanthrope mine was the heart i never thought you would break my one hope was that id survive you
ive shown up for you in ways that boy never would, but i know youll go back to him and maybe you should, but hope you dont go backwards cuz im going on ahead and one day youll wish that you had stuck with me instead
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as i wander through union square i remember when you followed me there you were the stalker i kinda wanted to have being your half-boyfriend was only half bad