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Teenage Summer
03:00
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Teenage summer, where have you gone?
I've been working the years away in that shitty restaurant.
Used to say that one day everything will be alright.
Used to say that one day we won't stay up every night.
Teenage lover, where have you run?
Are you hiding among the stars or did you crash into the sun?
Used to think 'forever' was inevitable time.
Used to think I'd see you on the last day of my life.
My teenage summer didn't last too long.
I got so high, I blinked my eye, and it was gone,
but I'd trade every pay just to get high with you tonight.
My younger days, they love to fade.
The best years of my life have gone away.
Teenage summer, did you call my name?
Are you working against me or did you hide because of the shame?
Did you say when I'd grow up I'd live inside my dreams?
Did you never tell me growing up ain't what it seems?
My teenage lovers always broke my heart.
I got so drunk, that ship had sunk, and I fell apart.
But I'd give 'er to my liver just to die with you tonight,
'cause my aching youth is tied to you.
Now all of my worst dreams are coming true.
My teenage summer didn't last too long.
I got so high I thought I'd die, but I was wrong.
And the pictures on your dresser are of you with another man,
So I think back to when you held my hand.
My teenage summer never really began.
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40 1/4
03:29
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Hey, I wanna come over.
Please tell me that you're free.
I've got a brand new 40 of whiskey and a quarter of green.
You know it's worth the drive,
if I can drink and you can get high.
I know we both got nothing better to do on a Friday night.
You can drive my car if I drink too much,
and I won't mind stumbling home if you can get me close.
So if you're still in town,
tell me that you won't mind me hanging around.
But if it's too much for you baby, I can sleep on the couch.
No, I don't want this to be any harder than it has to be.
I told my friend to tell you that I'm into you, she said you're into me too.
But I'll probably fuck this up, so when I do…
You can drive my car, because I'll drink too much.
And I won't mind stumbling home if you can get me close.
But if I can stay over, we can smoke all night --
at least pretend that everything's alright.
I know your roommate won't be home tonight.
We don't have to do nothing, I won't make a sound.
I swear I'll sleep all night.
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In Parking Lots
02:39
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Left my car in a parking lot, because I didn't feel good to drive.
Had too many sips, got a concrete kiss, and now I'm begging you to give me a ride.
But please don't drive me home, 'cause I don't wanna sleep alone.
You never give me a choice, you say, "Baby, you'll be on your own."
Woke up drunk on a student house couch, it was 3 in the afternoon.
I wanted to go for a coffee with you, but I'm sorry that I slept through.
Don't wait for me all night, 'cause I don't know when I'll feel alright.
It's not about you baby, I just wanna be alone tonight.
Well, I'm all alone behind these whiskey eyes,
And I don't know just where I'm gonna sleep tonight.
But I'm too drunk to drive far, so I'll fall asleep in my car
in the empty parking lot behind my favourite bar.
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Shitty Memories
02:11
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Can I come over after work?
It was the worst shift of my life.
I know it's only 3 pm,
but I don't think I can sleep tonight.
We can lay awake and never say a word,
but it's not the conversations, it's the words you never heard.
Can I come over after class?
There's nothing else to do tonight.
This city sucks, I'm broke as fuck,
and I get so sad alone at night.
We can order food and watch New Girl all day,
fuck 'til we both fall asleep and pray these shitty memories will go away.
And now, you're just a shitty memory,
one I buried a mile below the sea
where you swam to shore and swore you don't remember me
and everything I said we'd never be.
Can we go out for drinks sometime?
I haven't seen you in a year.
I wanna know you're still alive,
want you to know that I'm still here.
It doesn't have to be romantic, 'cause I'm sure I got over you so long ago.
I don't lay here in pieces anymore.
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