Hangin’ out where I don’t belong is nothing new to me.  I get tired and I get sick and then I lose the strength to leave.  I can’t handle change.  Nothing I do is ever good.  Nothing I do is ever good enough.  Leave me alone.  I wanna go home now.  I can’t help but repeat myself, “I know it’s not your fault.”  Still lately I begin to shake for no reason at all.

Why do all of my favorite bands make the weirdest things.

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