Lemmings

freight train to the right feeling that sting of pride
it's fucking with me it's fucking with you
all is fair in love and war until you say it isn't but you're wrong
words on the back of flyers my clothes are in the dryer
it means nothing nothing is changing la familia is dead and gone
the children grew up and moved on
is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time
i'm only asking for what is mine i wanted everything i got it
and now i'm gonna throw it away
prime select and a box of glazed pulling fly-bys
on days when we were young and innocent
elbow-drop sundays when mark eaton got beat to shit
laughing at the bands we hate all the spots we used to skate
they're still there but we've gone our own ways
i know it's for the best but sometimes i wonder
will i ever have friends like this again
you're gonna drown in the mess you make
your self- inflicted hate you turn your back on the friends you lose
when they don't follow all your rules
but people are what they want to be
they're not lemmings to the sea
maybe it's time you looked at yourself
and stop blaming life on someone else
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Enthused

Am I strung out, crazy or not allowed to be
the one who gets stupid over you
lazy, laid back maybe you're just on crack
Why am I the one who gets fucked up and excused
She just don't care at all
I just don't care at all
I just don't care about those times we never shared at all
If I were the last of the few who always ask
would you still be the same person that I knew
and if its for me another boring story
I swear I'll act enthused
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