I miss the city
Where the night would stay
I miss the parties where my hands would ache
I miss
Time traveling
Switching realities
Now I'm stuck cleaning my room
Twice a day
I miss hating clubs
'Cause the music was too loud
I miss standing in the corner
Waiting for the world to drown
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Miss not wondering
What you're up to
Miss walking down the streets
With no mask on
Mark asking me for cigarettes
Said "I brought Marlboro"
And he'd say
Truly I'd rather die
Instead of listening
To your fucking lies
Sure you'd probably think
The same of me
But could I care less?
Truly I'd rather die
Instead of listening
To your fucking lies
Sure you'd probably think
The same of me
But could I care less?
God damn
I think I messed up with the smoke breaks
Used to be once a day
Now every 15 minutes need a cigarette
My head aches on the daily
I have not been sleeping lately
"Would you care to explain
How the 9.3 lyrics were made?"
Sounds like a fifth and two ounces
Some 20's
And you'll understand what I am saying
Is it too much to ask
For a minute of silence?
Every time I try to focus
Head is yelling
Take my headphones off
And someone's yelling
Little do I know
It's imaginary
Voices in my head?
Well those are scary
Try to shut them up
But they keep telling me
The next round's on me
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