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i'm innovative in a sense that doesn't make sense,
'cause my ideas are just borrowed time
well i've cultivated something like a modern work of art
out of polishing my skills of not giving a shit about me
from my jeans down to the concrete,
i've been tasting bitter unfamiliarity
with you, and your feelings, and your feelings for others,
the feelings that i wished you had for me
i hardly knew my own insecurities until you let go of my hand for the last time, and i'm at the bottom of a cheap beer bottle,
and i'm trying to swallow all of my favorite moments we had
instead you're stoned, and i'm sitting alone in my room with a broken phone and my feelings
but thats alright, i know i'll be okay, as long as you're okay and I mean it
you've got a party at 8PM but why don't you just stay here?
we could throw on a couple of B-horror movies and laugh and bond over your favorite actors
i'm not calling it quits just yet, my eyes just won't stay closed
regardless of how many naps i used to take when we hung out at my place
well forget the conversations, forget all of my patience, forget the reason you ever said those words and you know
the three words that come in a row
that start with an "i" and end with something else
its kinda funny how often it crosses my mind that I never ever feel okay
and how you can be perfectly fine with that
you've got a party at 8PM but why don't you just stay here?
we could throw on a couple of shitty romantic films and talk about the times we went down to the river
well if only i could call it quits i would,
oh you best fuckin' believe it i wish i could
but your face is in my head, and your head's in his hands, and my room is too goddamn cold
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