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Testo I Don't Live Well
Testo I Don't Live Well
Someone, someone please change the song
because all this one reminds me of is everything going wrong
In fact someone please smash the stereo
because these records remind me of the past and i'm having trouble letting go
I'm sick of sad songs and counting wrongs every single night
and when I catch sight of the morning I still do my best to fight it
and just keep trying to get back to sleep
Last night I had a dream we were hanging out
We were drinking beer, forgetting problems and listening to Ramones
but when I woke up I was right back by myself
I was late for work, missed the 216 so called in sick and stayed at home
I need something more to wake up for every single day
but I find it's hard to keep food on the table unless it's all work and no play
I hope someday I'll do things a different way
I'm having trouble remembering your face
but i'm having more trouble forgetting about nights I spent curled up screaming on the couch
cos every time I tried to open the front door
my hand seized up like it has a million times before
I don't live well anymore, but it's not as if I really ever did before
I don't live well.
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because all this one reminds me of is everything going wrong
In fact someone please smash the stereo
because these records remind me of the past and i'm having trouble letting go
I'm sick of sad songs and counting wrongs every single night
and when I catch sight of the morning I still do my best to fight it
and just keep trying to get back to sleep
Last night I had a dream we were hanging out
We were drinking beer, forgetting problems and listening to Ramones
but when I woke up I was right back by myself
I was late for work, missed the 216 so called in sick and stayed at home
I need something more to wake up for every single day
but I find it's hard to keep food on the table unless it's all work and no play
I hope someday I'll do things a different way
I'm having trouble remembering your face
but i'm having more trouble forgetting about nights I spent curled up screaming on the couch
cos every time I tried to open the front door
my hand seized up like it has a million times before
I don't live well anymore, but it's not as if I really ever did before
I don't live well.
credits
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