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You had enough so you moved out

To find out what the world's about

Then you hit 21 years old

Something snapped and now all of your stories don't make much sense

Losing touch with your job, your school, parents, where are your friends?

Static grew and somehow faces end up black and blue

You got me out of bed for what?

Watch you getting drunk and yelling "fuck 'em all"

The fall flew in and fell on you

Flood the room with wine, you float across the floor

The war spilled out, I'm wading through

Talk about the kid who took the window down

And fell in a snowbank, broken man

I wonder if he thinks he should've took the stairs?

Aware some are playing with raw hands

No, there's no reason to doubt

These chemicals won't balance out

You got a hungry, lonely look

All your intentions get mistook, I grabbed your collar hard and shook

Scratch it off, kinda like the tattoos we'd rub on in school

Staying close, 'cause I know in your head self destruction's cool

Static grew and somehow faces end up black and blue

You got me out of bed for what?

Watch you getting drunk and yelling "fuck 'em all"

The fall flew in and fell on you

Flood the room with wine, you float across the floor

The war spilled out, I'm wading through

Talk about the kid who took the window down

And fell in a snowbank, broken man

I wonder if he thinks he should've took the stairs?

Aware some are playing with raw hands

So late, I'd offer to buy

I know you won't take, minds get corrupted

It's too hard to talk, if we stay here much longer

We'll get outlined in chalk, I say I'll call a cab, you say I'll walk

How'd another year turn out so bad?

How'd another year turn out so bad?

How'd another year turn out so bad?

How'd another year turn out so bad?

How'd another year turn out so bad?

How'd another year turn out so bad?

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