I used to be a stereotype
Half alive with half open eyes With a one track mind And a flawed design Feeling like I was lost At sea at only the age of 19 Floating around in alcohol and apathy Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine If we make it outta here alive Just say you won't look back to see Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time) With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time) To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time) Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time) I used to be a stereotype Someone you'd never recognize With fingers so yellow
That they matched the yellow skies
And there was a few things I memorized From all those blurry times
Like bottles clinking under blinking signs And a few last words from long lost friends of mine
If we make it out of here alive Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time) With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time) To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time) Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time) And if we make it outta here alive (if we make outta here alive) Just say you won't look back to see Just who we left behind Just who we left behind After all the fuck ups and fallouts (there might not be a next time) With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)
Through all the breaking up to breaking down (there might not be a next time) Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time) There might not be a next time (might not be a next time) Words to live by
we're all doing just fine.
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