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I see the broken glass through the scratched up lenses of my knock off ray ban glasses
They're not even mine but no one's claimed them yet so I guess they're mine
I'm sitting uncomfortable cause' last year's shorts are now too small
That's thanks to all the weight I've gained while off to college

My hands are tied and my lips are sealed
Apple bongs and washed up songs
You're the reason why I smoked
And you're the reason why I don't anymore
You pierced my side with the same needle
That you pierced your ears, you pierced my ears
With a safety pin, but they look just fine

And you say you're happy
But you only smile in your instagrams
It'll take much more than a filter to fool me
But I'm not sure if this is worth the trouble that's going to cost me but
Then again fuck it I might as well just stay

Cause' I am afraid of the monsters inside of my closet
I am still scared of losing, my friends are out cruising without me
And all that I write is confusing
My face is sore on the spot where you slapped me
My days with you are numbered, and that's just fine

Cause' I'm tired of waiting for you to decide that the moment is right
But I've tried, and I've tried to explain how my life got so badly messed up
Shut up, you just don't give a fuck
And I know how low your standards can go
And I've got lots to show from your blows to my face
And my nose is still broken, my heart is still cracked
But this act is just not quite as fun as it used to be

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