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Kind Of Like Spitting The Thrill Of The Hunt

If you need to, you can call me from the road. If you only noticed You're dressed up and you're nervous And we've well-rehearsed our burdens You feel like

I've been so many places in my life and time I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes I've acted out my love in stages With ten thousand people

gave it to a typewriter And it was also ridiculous written down I remember so much light off you Every song held a smile for you I often do these things like

you like making out But there's a time and place for everything I know you like getting high But you know what they say about everyday I know you like

Oh what a life we give Toward obsessions and curled toes And the death line that's running Through our friends as well as foes And the tree line looks over like

Folding love letters and carefully placing them in a box underneath my bed When I drink I read over them I'm much stronger than I was when I knew her

I can't articulate this sudden need for space You ask me where it hurts And the circle closes Our demographic, digital static Are we stillborn? Are we

Running home on broken legs, We turned it out, I'm heading south Would you go with me if I begged? But you're sixteen, you live alone You got your debt