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We're waiting. Whatever it is, we're ready and we're waiting. We're ready for it, come bring it.

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Being honest goes a long way in my book. Truth. Distraction from what? We're missing something aren't we? I'm waiting for Monday. It's what I know. Truth.

Now That I Have Your Attention....

Playing off our paranoia isn’t nice. There is a purpose for it. We think, therefore it is. How do we know when we really get it? My days and nights are all consumed by it. I hate it. I LOVE it. I’m going to need a psychiatrist after it.

It's Not Over Yet, 59996

Maybe things changed. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe we’re just trying too hard. There’s no such thing as a straight answer from you is it? Marco, Polo. Are we hot or cold?

Beneath Medicine Tree, In Motion, Eat Sleep Repeat, You Are My Sunshine

I can honestly say, for the first time in a long time, I could see where I wanted to be, even if it was only a glance.

Dazed and Confused

I’m not even going to pretend to know what you’re talking about.

Tomorrow could have ended today

You took for granted what you did yesterday

Tomorrow tastes better than you could ever say

Live for now, it could have gone another way

The Store Didn't Save You, You Saved Yourself (Late Night Confessionals, Early Morning Lies)

Sometimes I just don’t know anymore. You don’t owe us anything, but it’s still appreciated.
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I’ll set the scene, you take care of the rest
I gave you the problem, you do what you do best
Talk to the doctors, get it off your chest
Take a moment to sit down and ask them “What’s next?”
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Take me down the halls and turn off the lights
Everything down here is always too bright
I could list you all the things that just aren’t right
If you would give me a pen, paper, and a moment to write
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Doesn’t that make you feel kind of alone
That everything you once knew is now gone
How some people here are terribly wrong
How they think they know what’s going on
They're singing the words, but you wrote the song
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Sign your name on the line it will keep you alive
Like a name on a line actually stops suicide
Like a name on a line erases what you feel inside
Like it could never betray what you know, besides
You tell the truth, live a little, live a lie
You wanted to live not to die
But who would ever believe your side
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You’re not dead or dying, you’re sitting right there
But everyone’s talking about you as if you’re not here
Things turn out differently than circumstances bare
And situations tell you if they even really care
The realization in the end is more than I can share
The thought of being “was”, of never being here

Live a little, Live a Lie

Sometimes I wonder if what I write is witty enough. I say screw wit, I always liked puns better anyways.