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I don't think I could ever be a nihilist because I have so many friends
I believe in, and they believe in me
I could never stop caring forever and ever when I see the bees
Buzzing around the flowers and their leaves
And I know I should probably be sick of you calling, but I'm not
And I know I should probably be sick of you calling,
But I still get the feeling in my gut,
Yeah I still get the feeling in my gut
When I see your name on my caller ID
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I don't drink and it's not because I'm pretentious
I'm afraid of all the consequences
I don't smoke and it's not because I'm cooler than you
I'm afraid of all the cancers but I'm allergic to smoke too
and I'm afraid to live, cause there's so many dangers
and I'm afraid, I don't give a shit
Cause what's the point in living, if you can't go outside
So I'm afraid I don't give a shit
I don't need a couple beers to have a good time
But I'm never gonna tell you not to drink if that's what you like to do
And I'm afraid of every single drug, even pot
and I'll leave the room if you light up but that's only because if I stay I'll cough
and I'm afraid to live, cause there's so many dangers
and I'm afraid, I don't give a shit
Cause what's the point in living, if you can't go outside
So I'm afraid I don't give a shit
I'm afraid, I don't give a shit
I'm afraid, I don't give a shit
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You're the worst person I've ever met, and that's saying a lot
cause I've met a lot of people
And I haven't seen you in a couple of years
But when I do, I'm gonna run you over with my car
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me
I lived in your house for less than a year
But every single day I lived in fear
And I thought you were gonna kill my mom
And it turns out, I wasn't completely wrong
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me
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I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes
I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting
Or I'm probably just on the rag
I saw a man picking clover in front of my doctors office
I thought it was like winning the lottery
Or that maybe his wife had liked clover when she was alive
And I started to cry, I started to cry
I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes
I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting
Or I'm probably just on the rag
I saw a girl walking on the sidewalk with her boyfriend
When I was in the car
He grabbed her arm so hard, and pulled her along
and I wanted to run him over and make him die
And I start to cry, I started to cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, girls are weak and boys don't cry
Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, and girls are weak, and boys don't cry
I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground
I'm either to quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes
I'm probably just overreacting, I'm probably just overreacting
Or I'm probably just on the rag
I'm either too quiet or too fucking loud, I'm either alive
Or I'm six feet underground, with the beetles and the snakes
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