You act like you care when you can get something out of it.
You and I both know that you never gave a shit about me, about this town, about the ashes on the ground, about her, about him, about them.
The alcohol and adderall is a lethal combination.
It's a one ticket fast-pass to my eternal damnation.
My notebook's in a firepit, so many lines of wasted wit will burn with me tonight.
You'll burn with me tonight.
Broken pieces of heavy hearts are weighing on my back.
I'm dragging my feet against the ground leaving trails of regret.
You say you begin to think that I have a problem but I don't care at all.
I don't care at all.
You are just a hurricane of long-winded apologies.
Leaving all my hopes and dreams at the bottom of the sea.
Come on now and look at what you have done to me.
Don't look away.
Don't look away.
Don't look away, Don't look away, Don't look away
Don't look away, Don't look away, Don't look away
As of late I've been trying to get away from my vices cause it's gotten to the point
Now my friends pay the prices.
I really need some help keeping me from myself.
I really scare myself some days.
You are like the fog.
You hide what I should see.
I can't really blame you for hurting me.
But I'm going to anyway.
I will blame you anyway.
Brett is one of my best friends and my all time favorite musician. You cannot listen to their song, "Summer" without falling in love with Tranquility. Get Tranquil. Woodpecker's Pass
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