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Lincoln

How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell

 

How I Survived Bobby Mackey's Personal Hell

(album: A Constant State Of Ohio - 2017)


Well, if there's one thing that I'm sure of
It's that I think too much about shit that doesn't matter
And I don't think enough about things that make a difference
But would that even make a difference?
Doing anything at all would be overkill

You left some holes in the plotline
I left some holes in your clothes
And we can argue semantics over who left who first
But one thing's for sure: I needed you most

I'm not good at very much
But I've got just a few exceptional skills
That I doubt anyone could hold a candle to
For instance: I can go three months or more
Without ever being sure of anything
And I can transcend my existence with thoughts and words
And when I say transcend, I mean demean

You left some holes in the plotline
I left some holes in your clothes
And we can argue semantics over who left who first
But one thing's for sure: I needed you most

Nothing says I miss you quite like "I'm running out of time"
Nothing says I hate you now like getting sweat stains on a knife
I am killing time with a razor blade
It is begging for its life
I am killing time with a razor blade
It is begging for its life

You left some holes in the plotline
I left some holes in your clothes
And we can argue semantics over who left who first
But one thing's for sure: I needed you most

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