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Walking dead on two burned feet
Do you have anything left to say to me?
From barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs
From, Son,
you
could
have
been
someone to Hey
there,
meet
my
only
son
Lost in the mail for a convenient month
A graduation unattended, five hundred miles, five hundred days
We'll never talk, let's count the ways we fake it over every break
And you kick yourself for making this mistake
Actions dismantle litigation
I thought this would be easier for me
Another forced smile on vacation
Another disappointment paves itself into a two-way street
And I see you inside myself, I want to climb out of my skin
I see you in myself every day and once again
I was your worst mistake, your connection to a 30 year hate
I tried hard not to believe it, I'll try harder not to feel it
So here's to you
- Album:
- Metropole
- News From Yalta (EP)
- Cocktails & Dreams
- A Guided Tour of Chicago
- Buttsweat And Tears
- The Greatest Story Ever Told
- Apathy and Exhaustion
- Ghost Stories
- Present Day Memories
- Metropole (Deluxe Edition)
- You Are Here
- Seventeener (17th and 37th)
- Plea for Peace: Take Action, Vol. 2
- Mass Destruction
- Oh! Calcutta!
- Rock Sound, Volume 107
- Free Fat Sampler
- Punk Rawk Explosion, Volume 31
- Anti-Floyd: The Terrier State
- Pop Punk Loves You Too