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The Lawrence Arms Apathy And Exhaustion

bright and burning blue, stretch your arms out above me. i know that you still love me like you did. copper brown and orange red burn the words that

see once every couple years. intrigued or unamazed. "you were so much different back in those days." and now this smile has a bitter curve. now these eyes are unenchanted. and

deaf ears. you cry your protests and say i don't care. and you know what? i couldn't care less if you're repulsed through and through. a dead man in

s full of nails, rails and pipe and glass, rotting under yellow growing grass. There's party in the woods and a dance in the city streets and a rumble

not fine and i'm not the one crying ... i'm dragginh you down because i'm lonely and i need you around. so smile and sleep ... and in the morning creep

'm morally antagonized. my door is locked. the shades are down. the lights are off. my movements are minimal. my sounds are inaudible. i'm dull and void

torture myself? You can't see me. Have I invented you? I'm barely breathing. You so easy to believe in. And it's so depressing, That I'm always second

see once every couple years. intrigued or unamazed. "you were so much different back in those days." and now this smile has a bitter curve. now these eyes are unenchanted. and

, graveling, gravelly groans Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes his home is afloat On a yellow black moat Of bile, hate and quile And vile