Midwest Pen Pals - Austin's House | Текст песни

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• Midwest Pen Pals
• Austin's House

Do you see the bags underneath my eyes?
It's all the restless sleeping and ship sinking;
awkward conversation means "we better not tell him this",
because i'm fucking bitter from losing all my friends already.
It's the same excuses, just insert some different names.
i resent putting faith in you, but what am I to do?
This isn't just an inside joke we'll make a song about later.
...so goes my life, weekends at home,
long distance friendships because the close ones blow.
The sun rises as often as it sets, right?