I write a lot. It's mostly lies.
I fall in love to pass the time.
I never fit.
I never tried.
I need the struggle to feel alive.
All I want are records on my stereo.
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone.
That's a lie.
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul.
Tell me I'm enough.
I am dying to know what it's like.
This sound is fucked, but I don't mind.
It's wrong enough to feel alright.
I think a lot, like all the time.
I get in trouble when things get quiet.
All I want are records on my stereo.
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone.
That's a lie.
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul.
Tell me I'm enough.
I am dying to know what it's like.

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