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Where have I been all your life?
Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.
Another year will pass us by.
Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.
I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,

Limp lines resign themselves to margins.

Like a drunken vampire, I miss the sun.
I killed this summer, now it's done.
Let’s split and reconvene in a warmer space.
I’m scratching my head turning nights into days.

Don’t talk to me about boredom.

i haven't seen you since that brooklyn night
i guess it's been about a year by now
cold and rainy, in a poets words
dark and crimson in a drunken way
i was frozen in a window pane
kind of like i was on a movie screen
your hair was darker than i remembered it
i was as awkward as i could have been

Typewriter tell me what year it was
Typing to the rhythm of a century on the cusp.
We were out there smoking on the sidewalks
We were lovers drinking to another song on the jukebox

Don't kill all the beautiful things
I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
I was so lost, and I was so young.

Is it hard for you to sleep at night,
The powder glowing in your smile?
And is it hard to die a fraction at a time?
Is it just too hard to say goodbye?

Your life spins like a carousel,
Your hopes are buried in a wishing well,
Awake in a grave that you dug yourself,

Don't break too many hearts.
Don't take too many arrows in the chest.
Cry comfortably, let us all know what you're thinking.
Is there a gesture I could use to clearly express
I'm at an utter loss for words?
Is there a part of you that's torn?
That's larger than life?
That'll hold on for one more night?

it seems we're fading kinda fast. 
like the red brake lights rushing past.
this is morning, waking up when you're still at the bar 
lurking around with the queens after dark. 
we've come a long way just to end up lost.
we've drifted, yeah we've drifted, 
and now we're drifting along, along

another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teeth
morning frost and frozen sidewalks
all those days that burn inside us
swell up in the silence of snowflakes falling magically
but the magic fades into the memory
sleigh bells ringing laughing all the way
cold hands of winter grasp as i gasp for breath
is this my last?no thoughts of dying no more self loathing for today

A broken record has a thousand answers
To constant contradictions
Your condition
Is flooding through the streets again

Now you've drained your thoughts onto an empty page
With ink as red as blood
Some words were never meant to be

I'm sober like a Sunday morning mass.
Liars are lying to themselves.
I'm lost or I'm losing everything.
I'm wasted. I can't keep the night from falling down.

Don't recreate the scene,
or reinvent the meanings.
'Cause all that shit, it means nothing.

Brush off the hours of your day
I'm buried in the distant dusk
Winding past certain roads history's remapped
I'm not together I'm apart.
I'm not together I'm apart.

The wilderness of these streets
The neon trees shine their lights down on me.

Текст песни Lawrence Arms - Nebraska

hey mike i wish i could help you figure something out
but it's been too long since we spoke
your sarcasm radiates unhappiness
so withdrawn and rooted deep inside
are you content at twenty-seven
were you hopeful at 17?

The surging blood rushes through me
in tune to the pulsing in my head
The message echoes over and over;
what are you doing with your time?
I'm a piece of shit and tonight
my heart is reaching for the sky
I stand there and it just pumps harder and slower.
My feet settles into earth.

What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

I'm a shit stain slave with a grind of my own
I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo

I'm frying on the outside and frozen in the center
I'm telling you, I'm telling you to watch out for my temper

Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true?
Are we just the mulch and kindling that accrues?
Can we recover from this?

I've seen expressions in department stores.
I've smelled regression wafting up from these shores.
This is not a celebration of slipping through some crack.
This is sloth and devastation and

Catching up on nothing in the basement I call home.
Dismantling discussions on a piss-soaked telephone.
I'm all grown up. I've thrown up theses feelings lots before.
You're sitting in the park while I'm staring at the door.

Enough self-mutilation. I've water-logged and choked.
A hundred beers another week ensconced in yellow smoke.
I'm no devil, I just have these demons keeping me awake,

Shall we dance?
Or maybe just limp around?
These feet are cold and beat, and strangers
to the ground.

the sound of the kick is arousing.
the couples are sweet in their love.
Tonight, we'll stagger up from the basement

There was a time and a place
that was all full of mistakes.
And a face that was all full of shit.
I was frustrated and angry.

I was more than alive.
A catcher in the rye.
I was a jet plane,

A temple
Corroded.
Eviction
Pending.
Embrace me.
Cold night.
Gray sky.
Streetlight.

i never want to see you
in the raw and searing flesh
i don't ever want to hear you
singing softly to the dead
i never want to feel your skin
running warm along my side
i don't ever want to sink that way again
it would be easier to die

My eyes opened to the emptiness.
My face was nothing but crooked lines.
I guess somewhere I really fell behind.
My feet were cold against the bathroom tile.
Took a shower just to pass the time.

My mind was full, too much to figure out.

teeth ripped out of gums hit
sparkling gray squares of concrete
screams in technicolor pain
doubled over spitting blood
the freezing rain
never felt so good
to wake up in some town
on some floor to some sound

With a light of this match
I could burn this place to the ground
then fire engines'd scream down
crowded streets onto the scene
and then I'd make it rain numb myself
to never say your name
that i've uttered in anger
said with confusion

Where you are is where you are
And it's just the way it is
Days just keep rolling on
They won't miss me when I'm gone

I'm the chorus to that lonely street
Just footsteps fading from a dying beat

All these words trip over cracks in the sidewalks.
Uptown, one year. I'm distantly distressed.
I'm finally coming close to ghost.
I'm dancing on your gravest words.
I'm toasting all the coldest stares.
All the loneliest of eyes.

I am a satellite, never getting signals right.