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Carlos Danger's back
Here I am, hiding behind another chapter about my broken, hate-fueled heart attack
Set my organs on fire
You can sell them off to the cheap black market funeral pyre
I'm shedding skin
So, all my close friends can see my cracked, acid soaked skeleton
And Mary, you were bad for me
You're crazy and I adopted your fucking anxiety
You cut me open, left me for dead
But, I was hoping you would leave my head
Can anybody help me out of this?
So here I am, I'm stuck eating shit
I'll keep getting high, and taking all your hits
I'll help my own god damn self outta this.
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Week Old Coffee
04:06
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When you let go of me, it felt like drinking week old coffee
I can't sleep; I'm nauseous and I am weak.
When you let go of me, it felt like I just couldn't see
I'm confused and alone, and your ghost is haunting my home
I'm swallowing my pride as I run and try to hide tonight
Your teeth pulled me under when you got my throat with that bloody bite
And I tried to stay afloat even though I had a panic attack
This whole conversation has left me fucking manic
When you let go of me, it felt like drinking week old coffee
I can't sleep; I'm nauseous and I am weak.
When you let go of me, it felt like I just couldn't see
I'm confused and alone, and your ghost is haunting my home
Turn this double standard into a shitty rule that you try to impose
Piled on top of failure and a mountain of all my broken bones
If you're looking closely at your legs you can see the indention's
The scars and the marks of my malicious intentions
When you let go of me, it felt like drinking week old coffee
I can't sleep; I'm nauseous and I am weak.
When you let go of me, it felt like I just couldn't see
I'm confused and alone, and your ghost is haunting my home
Crush my legs and make me sure of what will never be mine
While you're at it, can you fill the notches in my crooked spine
With cement to weigh me down in an attempt to end me
I swear to god I'm done drinking this coffee
When you let go of me, it felt like drinking week old coffee
I can't sleep; I'm nauseous and I am weak.
When you let go of me, it felt like I just couldn't see
I'm confused and alone, and your ghost is haunting my home
And you lied to me
In this catastrophe
When you let go of me, it felt like drinking week old coffee
And Ilse I over think everyday
When you let go of me, it felt like I just couldn't see
I'm fucked and alone; you've deconstructed my bones
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BUKOWSKI IS MY SHIT
01:21
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Even after you left I still read Bukowski 'cause he's my shit
I just can't take this
I can't take this
I can't take this
I've been trapped in my basement, fucking wasted
I've been dealing with my chest cut open, and knuckles swollen
When you couldn't stay, I thought that I would waste away
But I'm getting better
I'm getting better
I'm getting better
And I hope you're well
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And Sami, I am broken, I am numb, I'm here without you
For twenty-one long years I've never known what to do
But tonight I feel the moon glaring down at me
I'm sick of forcing myself to feel happy
If I could just see your face at all
I wouldn't want to blow my brains out onto the wall
And Sami, You're a Wiccan from Wisconsin
I'm a scumbag hibernating in shitty South Jersey
How is your boy? I hope you're both doing well
I'm trudging through miles of my own personal hell
Broken glass, and what seems like a dozen heart attacks
All my fault, but this is what happens when you live in the dark
And I'm sorry about writing this dumb fucking song
Just tell me that you hate it, and that this is wrong
And Sami, here I am, I'm feeling so fucking jaded
I feel like the world's against me and I'm hated
If I could crawl out of my memory filled basement
Maybe I just wouldn't feel so god damn cheated
And the past is knocking at my door
God damn you all
God damn you all
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I've been making all these songs
Feeling like I've been wrong
About the way I write and sing and scream at you
But if it's any consolation
I've been trying to make things happen
In the space between my dreams and all of this reality
I'll burn this place down
I'll see you in hell
Man, I don't know what to do
So here I am, stuck in my room
At three in the morning, freaking out and fucking shaking
The only solace that I find
Is scouring my shitty mind
Overthinking every aspect of this life
I'll burn this place down
I'll see you in hell
Well, there's demons at your door
And they're coming back for more
Fuck the pretense, I'm just waiting here alone
And I can hear my spine breaking
While my insides are baking
All the smoke is making my lungs collapse
And you've been running too
How could I blame you
I'm the devil in a sheep's fucking clothing
While everyone is fine
I've been walking this fine line
I'm trying to forget everything
Fuck everything
Fuck everything
Fuck everything
Fuck
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