its been a month of sleeping on some rando's floor cuz city rent, who can afford it anymore we're losing dead-end jobs to take time off to tour hey man its worth it
if we were honest from the start we wouldn’t end up breaking hearts
we all out here in this mess together and we’re all gonna die so huddle closer with friends and family let’s scream our last goodbye
we’re all in pain in ways we can’t articulate poundin gin and cheerwine at a less than healthy rate the abyss stares back at us and with every look we wind up blushing
if we were honest from the start we wouldn’t end up breaking hearts
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every day is sisyphean we're all just rolling shit uphill but with the nights that we got left let's make something beautiful (beautiful)