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This is the spark we’ve been searching for
The time has come for us to expect more
Seventeen shouldn’t minimize what came before
The problem is that we have to keep score
This is the chance we’ve been waiting for
Without a change we will just lose more
Let’s break the tools that take from us
If old rules still apply
you missed the one about protecting life
Your selfish cries will facilitate our demise
All I know is I’ve been sheltered
From tools made to destroy things
And I’ll be fine without them
If my guitar was also made to poison
And people used them for this
I’d break mine in an instant
You’d give guns to everyone
And watch us all die for your freedom
I can’t wait to hear how I’ve been dumb
A snowflake and a liberal to some
But I don’t think I can reason with someone
Who’d rather lose some kids and keep their guns
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the visiting years
03:31
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There were times I felt content
With my wandering delights
In a house I’d get to know
And then always leave behind
The visiting years were like digging holes
That I had to fill when the lease was up
Every time I’d reach the top
I’d start again in another rut
Eventually safe in a starter home
Finally secure with a chance to start
But there’s always to destroy the things
That are promising with an empty heart
I want to stay alive but I’m trying to kill me
I’m probably scared to die
But this world can’t fulfill me
I know what my body needs
“Could have cured my own disease”
But then life just felt so long
And I guess I was never strong
I want to stay alive but I’m trying to kill me
I’m probably scared to die
But this world can’t fulfill me
I wish I could say that with time I’ve healed
And I found a way to feel whole again
Truthfully, I’ll probably feel the same
Until seconds before I finally reach the end
I’m tired of telling lies so you won’t worry about me
I want to stay alive but I’m trying to kill me
I’m probably scared to die
But this world can’t fulfill me
I’m tired of telling lies so you won’t worry about me
If you’re hearing this, I’m alive
Because music never dies
There’s a chance you feel the same
And it’s nothing you should hide
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Picked last by people that you don’t like
For a game you never cared to play
Counting the minutes ‘til it’s over
You’d hear the words they’d say internalize the hate
Despise the status quo and disassociate
You’re learning not to are when they don’t let you in
And then you find a place you finally fit in
You could be yourself up on the hill
Obnoxious. Loud. Undoubtedly fulfilled
Nobody else ever understood
Just tried to be who others thought they should
Picture a boy: glasses too big at an awkward age ten
Picked on by kids Misunderstood but he holds it all in
Soon he’s alone looking within
I never thought I’d see acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say thank you for who I am today
Your plaid shirts still almost protect you
From looking the way you do
But big pants were never the right choice
You never fit the trend but found a place to stay
With other misfit kids, you finally found your way
Then you were starting bands and made to understand
At seventeen years old you finally fit in
I never thought I’d see acceptance for who I could be
I never got to say thank you for who I am today
Picture a boy: all that he wants is to be just like them
Picture a man: desperate to say that he’s better than them
Who is to say which one is right?
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I reach inside for a glimpse of you
But there’s no way to recreate
The blissful sight of forgotten youth
And endless days of naivete
It’s useless now to second guess or think about
The plans we made in the dreaming times
We left behind
I think about every single word
I should’ve said differently or honestly
We could’ve stayed longer if I thought
Of anyone outside myself consistently
But It’s useless now to second guess or think about
The plans we made in the dreaming times
We left behind
It’s useless now to try and do without
I can’t forget because you never left
My mind
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on ruminating anxiously
02:37
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I’m forgetting everything from people worth remembering
But I can still hear every word from people who dismantled me
I’m predicting my ending: along with haunting memories
I’m the one who ruined things
You were right for blaming me
(Take what you learned and apply it to making
Yourself find forgiveness for letting it break you)
I’m the one who let it sting, I’m the one remembering
I’m the one still rehashing. I let you diminish me
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