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Excelsior!
00:54
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Rust Belt
01:55
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Well feelings are one thing but plans they are another
Are we fucking ourselves by fucking each other?
And I've been spreading myself way too thinly across a continent
That wants to bankrupt me with geography
And sure I'd love to go to the gathering of the Juggalos
But you're the midwest, I'm a rust belt version of myself
And sure I'd love to go see Joyce Manor it Toronto
'Cause there's a girl in Saskatoon I'm dying to get to know
But I'm still unemployed
So when I'm leaving, I won't say I'm sorry
It seems kinda silly to apologize for being another body
Trapped by fiscal limitations and sexual frustration
Physics, hesitation
I NEED A DAMN VACATION
From this constant need for things to be okay
So hope ya don't forget me, 'cause everything is fleeting
But distance has no meaning when you really start measuring your days
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I Guess This Is Goodbye
03:10
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I liked you better when you were depressed
That's a shit thing to say, but now you've gone away
And I miss being able to count on your head on my chest
Looks like you're having fun
It's not that it's without me, I think that it might be
The way that you've found yourself while I still feel like no one
How can we say we're friends?
When the truth is we're lovers, resentful and stubborn,
Unable or willing to bring things to a graceful end
It's a hard thing to prove
That anything's worth it when all is imperfect
As if we had anything that we weren't destined to lose
And rest assured, I will act out of spite
Lash out at a lover as if it's her fault
That the nature of things is for nothing to work out alright
I just wanna move on
To Ohio and Pittsburgh, dream of San Francisco
With Daryl and Tom, paychecks, taxes, grad school, and sunlight
Have a beer for me
Don't try to track me down
I'm done with the Midwest and all that that entails
I won't be back around
So was it the distance, or was it the time
That finally did it and changed both our minds?
The past is the past dear, or so I will say
But you and I both know that some things never, ever, ever go away
And all the pain we could ever endure
Crushed under the weight of the appeal of feeling secure
Say that you feel the same, I've spent months feeling sick
A round hole, a square peg, and somebody else's dick
So go if you're leaving then, say hi to Matt and Carolyn
I'll be here waiting if you ever want to talk to me again
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