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Fuck this We're a bunch of pretentious pricks If I was sober (??) Do I fucking know where I fucking drink B-A-N-AH Hardcore bangs not cool 'Cause I'm not the worst But I put my hands up first 'Cause I don't know where I am I swear to God I cursed And in my (??) mental clarity my mind tells me I don't want the things I used to want There's a point to everything I've said Well I think it is but I'm not sure what to expect (expect, expect) Next Sweating in this waiting room Where I was held by breath for you I was passed and I sat still For the next time it won't happen But you can be assured There's a point to everything I've said Well I think it is but I'm not sure what to expect (expect, expect) Next You're so happy Next time I'll be yours You're so happy Next time I won't be so sure |