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Last night I drove Cto Harper's Ferry and I thought about you
There were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs
The Dspeed limit kept decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was Galmost raining at the train station
We threw our hoods on our heads at the train station
We threw Bmrocks into the river
The river underneath the train tracks
And when the Ctrain came it was so big and powerful
When it came into the little station
I wanted to Dput my arms around it
But the conductor looked at me funny
So we Ghad to say goodbye that week
The Monopoly board still in the backseat
Took that Bmnightmare left turn to get out of town
Ran into the decreasing speed limits again
CWhat should I do? Eat breakfast
What should I do? Eat lunch
DWhat should I do? Eat dinner
What should I do? Go to bed
GWhere can I go? Go the store
Where can I go? Apply for jobs
BmWhere can I go? Go to a friend's
Where can I go? Go to bed
CDGBm
CI wrote Beach Death when I thought you were taken
I wrote Beach Funeral when I knew you were taken
I wrDote Beach Fagz, well it wasn't about you
But it could've been, well no it couldn't have
GI spent a week in Ocean City
And came back to find you were gone
BmI spent a week in Illinois
And came back to find you were still gone
I preCtended I was drunk
When I came out to my friends
I never Dcame out to my friends
We were all on Skype
And I Glaughed and changed the subject
She said, "What's with this Bmdog motif?"
I said, "Do you have something against CdogDs?"G Bm
CI am almost completely soulless
I am incapable of being human
DI am incapable of being inhuman
I am living uncontrollably
It should Gbe antidepression
As a friend of mine suggested
Cause it's Bmnot the sadness that hurts you
It's the brain's reaction against it
CIt's not enough to love the unreal
I am inseparable from the impossible
DI want gravity to stop for me
My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of Gnature
I want a cutscene
I wanna Bmcut from your face
To my face I want a cut I want the next related video
I don't want to go inDsane
GI don't want to have schizoBmphrenia
The Cocean washed over your grave D
The Gocean washed open your grave Bm
CGCG
CLast night I dreamt he was trying to kill you
GI woke up and I was trying to kill you
CIt's been a year since we first met
GI don't know if we're boyfriends yet
CDo you have any crimes that that
GWe can use to pass the time
I am Crunning out of drugs to try and I
We said we hated humaGns
CWe wanted to be humGans
CWe said we hated humGans
CWe wanted to be humGans
Get more groceries get eaten get more groceries get eaten get more groceries get eaten
CGCG
A Cbook of Aubrey Beardsley art
CorGrupted me in youth
And now I'm Ctrapped inside my youth
And you're in Glove with late stage youth
CThank god for the little things and and
GFuck god that they're little things I am
CRunning out of prayers to sing and I G
CAnd pretty soon you'll find some nice young
GSatanist with braces and one
CCapital o significant Other
GAnd you can take him home to your mother
And say "ma, this is my brother"
CWe said we hated humGans
CWe wanted to be humGans
CWe said we hated humGans
CWe wanted to be humGans
Get more groceries get eaten get more groceries get eaten get more groceries
Get Ceaten by the one you Glove
When they Cput their lips aroGund you
You can Cfeel their smile from the iGnside
CD
GLast night I dreamt he was trying to kill you
I woke up and I was trying to kill you Bm
Your Cears perked up
I perked up when your ears perked up
You were a-Dlooking around
And I hoped it was for Gme
I hoped you were using yoBmur sonar systems for me
The Cancients saw it coming
You can see that they tried to warn them
In the Dtales that they told their children
But they fell out of their heads in the morning
They sGaid sex can be frightening
But the children were not listening
And the Bmchildren cut out everything
Except for the kissing and the singing
When they Cfinally found their home
At Walt Disney Studios
And then Deveryone grew up
With their fundamental schemas fucked
But there are Glots of fish left in the sea
There are lots of fish in business suits
That Bmtalk and walk on human feet
Visit doctors, have weak knees
COh please let me join your cult
DI'll paint my face in your colors
GYou had a real nice face
BmI had an early death
The Cocean washed over your grave
The Docean washed open your grave
The Gocean washed over your grave
The Bmocean washed open your grave
The Cocean washed over your grave (how's your face, how's your body?)
The Docean washed open your grave
The Gocean washed over your grave
The Bmocean washed open your grave (we're too scared to do shit!)
C
DGBm
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