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Phone calls to my bad habits
I'm finding resolve as we'd undress
This isn't what, what I planned to be
This place will never do anything for me

I'd give it all away for progress
Anything that's not a fucking basement
Isn't it ironic to think that we see
Eye to eye on everything but irony

I know it seems like I am a defeatist
But in reality I'm not quite the realist
I'm the one living on the downside of everything
I call real life it's the closest thing to living

It's not like I think that I'm defeated
I'm dragging you down like a bad habit
Just look at this place it's shrouded in irony
Or something that reminded me of a memory

But if things work out tonight, they'll go exactly as we had once planned. Yeah, if things turn out tonight... you'll know I'm completely and utterly terrible with plans. So, keep me in sight because I'm sinking into the night. But I think that we'll be alright.

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joebryant. St Charles, Missouri

Keeping that bedroom pop and the lo-fi emo vibe since 2011. St Louis native, with too much time.

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