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What's the use in not making sense
I could bring you compliments
You fell in love with making it work
But never asked where the feelings were
How could something that means much less
Bring you so much confidence
All the dreams that I want to stay
Fill me with goals that I can't relate
And all that cold from my frozen hate
Just to bring it back to me
Then my lips got dry
There's no more shaking in my head
When I think that life
Is just a strange repeat of some feelings
And I wanna die
When I cannot control
All my stupid thoughts say I'm
Wrong about a lot of things now
All the traits you got from your mom
They don't come out 'til your all alone
Talking to a cigarette
Always so anxious to be having sex
And I thought that your waist could seem
Right from the side of me
Of course you know I'm
Wrong about a lot of things now
Wrong about a lot of things now
That you're eternally quiet
All seems to move so much faster now
To concentrate on calming down
I sowed a record to my father's house
Now can't decide what to write about
What's the use in getting upset
I ain't seen any problems yet
Big enough to be moving out
We relate to the common house
Let's celebrate all my frozen doubts
If I mean it