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I'm a burden to everyone I know
I have no direction, no purpose,
No idea where I want to go
Living in apathy and indifference
Isn't living, It isn't living
because you're dying, a slow and painful death
You're dying a slow and painful death, a slow and painful death
If you're dying, that means you're still living, there's hope for you
but its hard to think you're living, when you feel so lost and alone
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well im meeting people who are telling me
that how im living is
gonna kill me
but what do they know about anarchy
and what do they know about me?
ive been lyin in bed since 3pm
telling myself it's just a phase
but if he wasn't kicking me out of his house
id be sitting here for days
cause punks dont do the laundry
and punks dont brush their teeth
and if punks dont take care of themselves
i guess i have an excuse for being me
punks dont wear their hair in spikes
punks just hate themselves
and punks drink pulpy orange juice
punks neglect their health
what do i know about anarchy
what do i know about me?
i have an excuse for everything i pretend to be
it's hard to say where this all started
swear i wasn't born like this
i don't wanna believe
i could have been born like this
i guess im just too punk
cause punks dont make good companions
punks just hate themselves
punks run around in circles
and blame everybody else
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sittin on a ledge, buskin at newark airport
when a man walked up to me
he said its nice to finally hear some real music around here
he started lookin through trash cans so i asked if he needed some money
his name is dane and he went to berkely, his parents died so he joined the army
he worked a crane, but got laid off from his job, so now he lives on the street
lookin through trashcans for somethin somethin to eat
i gave him a hug and he went on his way
i'll never forget what he told me that day
he said "keep doin what you're doin"
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peril eyes
02:22
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Paralyzed at the keyboard, writing songs that are too honest for me to handle
My light is quickly dimming so i just go ahead and blow out, blow out the candle
I stare into myself and collapse onto the floor
Alone again, alone again, alone again in my room, with a locked door
I’m worthless in the eyes of my peers
I’m worthless in they eyes of my self
Have i been wasting my time all these years?
All these lonely fucking years
Frustration and loneliness define my personality
Trying to make friends, held back by social anxiety
I don’t wanna blame myself for the way that i am, so fuck society
Fuck me, fuck me, im a worthless piece of shit
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they perforate you
subjugate you with their lies
they domesticate you
fucking hate you with those empty eyes
they're trying to numb my brain with the medicine, with the medicine
they're trying to make me a lifeless zombie, a lifeless zombie
the people around me are dying, the people around me ARE ALREADY DEAD
so many wandering souls have given up, escape with the gun by their head
Fight the things that are killing us, fight them with all that you've got
dont be afraid that all of us die, and one day our bodies will rot
symptoms of a broken system, take a tole on our mind
looking for some savior to come, but none that you will find
go on son and watch the television screen, let your head be filled with their lies
keep choosing lesser evils until our inevitable demise
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well I don't miss my friends
and my friends they dont miss me
what i do miss is dirt
underneath my feet
outside my tent in lake george
i miss the ducks who came for bread
i miss the water clear as day
i miss ian he is far away from me
i miss our walks deep in the woods
and kissing like we should
i miss the dog who lived next do when i was 8
i miss reading books
i miss playing music
what i don't miss is crying all the time
what i don't miss is always being sad
i love the life that i have now
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Saturday Morning Pulp New Jersey
NJ/CT based folk-punk duo.
We are no longer making music as a unit. You can find our solo projects at banjosuze.bandcamp.com and fooktheband.bandcamp.com.
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