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One More Sad Punk Song
03:20
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I'm imperfectly alive
Just like everyone I know
I'm trying to be better
Than I was a year ago
We just always seem to be
More than just a little stressed
We try our best but it's hard
When we're all anxious or depressed
Is it every person
Or just people I'm around
We deal with everybody's problems but our own
We're fixing one another's heads
And stand on one another's legs
It's lonely but we're never quite alone
Shit tends to make you sick
And we're all drawn to it like flies
It's no surprise, that's how our
Social lives are organized
So, I just can't make the show
I would like to see you all
But I'm not well
I'll just stay home and take care of myself
Is it every person
Or just people I'm around
We deal with everybody's problems but our own
We're fixing one another's heads
And stand on one another's legs
It's lonely but we're never quite alone
So give me one more sad punk song
That I can relate to, and commiserate to
So give me one more sad punk song
That fits with my anguish, that's speaking my language
We're getting better but we've got a ways to go
We deal with everybody's problems but our own
We're all the same in that we're different
Unified by what we're missing
It's lonely but we're never quite alone
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Redacted Memories
01:59
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Ive got a novel full of words
Full of stories and characters
You'll never meet
I've got a diary of broken
Inappropriate unspoken
Philosophies
I've got a calendar that doesn't have
A summer or a spring
It just goes straight from the winter
To the fall
I've got some spaces in my timeline
And redacted memories
It's like there's no proof I was ever
There at all
Heavy with all that I've ingested
Swallowed down but not digested
Waste of space
Out of breath, my ears are burning
While my bloated stomach's churning
In its place
I'd typically just vomit everything
Up onto the stage
Binge and purge and binge and purge
Ad nauseum
But now my muscles seem incapable
Of working that way
And now I'm losing all of my
Trust in them
And it's fine, it has to be fine
Cuz there I was but here I am
With no account for my lost time
And it's fine, it has to be fine
Cuz it was stolen by the circuitry
Right out of my mind
I'd tell you everything I know about it
But it seems that I forgot it
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Matt Wixson Ferndale, Michigan
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