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Hundred different voices in my ear, I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette
Been getting sick of the internet
Pressure building, bottle rocket, phone keeps buzzing in my pocket
Let it die
Then wake up and apologize
Withdrawals for a day in the back of the yard
Writing songs that I don’t pick apart
Time wasting away like it’s supposed to do
When pain was a bruise on the side of my arm
Not a feeling inside of my heart
I’m reaching for something I once knew
How much change can I undo
Birthday cards stopped having money
And the next door neighbors moved cross country
Their flowers died, the new family ain’t half as nice
My favorite band was still together
And the self-produced EP was better than the label shit
I swear that’s what ruined it
Withdrawals for a day in the back of the yard
Writing songs that I don’t pick apart
Time wasting away like it’s supposed to do
When pain was a bruise on the side of my arm (my arm)
Not a feeling inside of my heart
I’m reaching for something I once knew
How much change can I undo
I taste it on the tip of my tongue
Can’t get the words out of my mouth
Don’t know where it’s coming from
So familiar somehow
Spinning like a record machine
Waiting for a song that I know
Digging up a memory
Withdrawals for a day in the back of the yard
Writing songs that ain’t meant for the charts
Time wasting away like it’s supposed to do
When pain was a bruise on the side of my arm
Not a feeling inside of my heart
I’m reaching for something I once knew
How much change can I undo