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Spare you lies and just be open, you cannot fix what’s since been broken.
If anything, you just keep sinking further, you’re just pedaling backwards.
And every fallacy you speak is slanderous and fake.
Scream into an empty room, you won’t be heard.
Go ahead and try and shift the blame.
So save your breath for someone listening.
Because I've heard it all before.
Your actions talk, and bullshit walks.
So take your rhetoric and get the fuck away.
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Shoulda/ Woulda/ Coulda
02:06
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What a mess have I made? Hey, what can I say? I’ve never been known for my intuition anyway.
I’ve made mistakes as if they’re going out of style.
I evaded those signs that warned of decline.
I buried my head in the sand and let myself be blinded by the tales you told and tears of crocodiles.
That vicious smile from bathroom stalls, should have read the writing on the wall.
No sense at all.
All signs point to “hey, run away.” Fuckin’ eh. They told me all about your reputation.
Fake. Built to break. My mistake. Just a countdown to a detonation.
So cunning, deceiving, you kept me believing you’d never delude or betray.
Yeah she’s not to be trusted, we fucking discussed it, but I went ahead anyway.
Just a bold-faced lying, cold, conniving wolf in 5-inch heels, and I’m the pray.
Such a fool to believe. God how fucking naïve. I swallowed all of your lies. Caught hook, line & sinker.
Carried away, you swear you’re not what they say.
Lo, behold. Laid out right before my eyes. Disappointed, not surprised.
Shame on you, the con you played. But shame on me for falling for it anyway.
They said “She’ll fuck you over” and you fucked me over and I never listened to a word they said.
I never should have let you in.
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Groundhog Day
02:46
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Am I living a goddamn dream? ‘Cause everywhere I look, it’s all been seen.
Every step retraced. Spin my wheels, I’m stuck in place.
What a sad routine. I’m just a ghost that haunts the in-between.
Never changing, as the echo eats away my energy.
Revolving door. I’ve been around and round before. Just stuck copy, pasting my next 24.
Get me off of this ride, I’m feeling sick. Wash my hands of this place, I’m over it.
I feel it slipping away. Something’s got to change. Every day is a rerun, Groundhog Day.
Roll out of bed, and straight to work. My soul is crushed, my body hurts.
Man, I swear to Christ it feels just like I never left this place.
The crippling monotony, just eat, sleep, shit and watch TV.
If this is living, kill me. I’m dying just to feel. Somebody, please.
Make it stop. There's no sense in waking up when every second’s the same.
What a lost cause. This carbon copy life has got me faded and grey.
Oh god, it’s happening again. The endless nightmare I’ve been living in.
Day after day, can’t it ever be any other way? Fucking Groundhog day.
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Vicious Shit Cycle
01:13
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So, I’m laying in bed, trying to unwind and get past all the shit in my day,
trying to turn it all off and I swear to God, just as I’m drifting off
everything I’ve ever done in my life comes to haunt me.
Panic and worry is all that I see. I stare at the ceiling and pray for the end of me.
Alone and defeated, I’m helpless and weak. I’m losing my mind as I’m losing my sleep.
Panic rushes, terror washes over me.
Stuck inside my own mind. Can I get myself by with only counting sheep?
I'm just trying to sleep.
Crushing weight. Existential dread has got me wide awake. Can’t turn off, my brain won’t let me.
And I can’t sleep.
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All My Friends Do Drugs
02:55
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Sick of waking up. Got this chronic case of shakes and shitty guts.
I need a break from fun. There’s always cause for celebration.
Always on the run from this day-to-day routine under the gun.
It’s time I think this over. Barely rested, rarely sober.
Because all my friends do drugs and drink too much. It sucks. I’m sick of having fun.
Keep dragging myself through town, burnt out. Trying hard to keep up, I can’t slow down.
‘Cause time flies when you waste your life, so we’d best get fucked up now.
‘Cause I never learn from past transgressions. Can’t take notes and won’t learn lessons.
Steady as she goes, just a walking bag of booze and chemicals.
I should have gone to bed, but I wound up shit-faced Instead.
And one more, I suppose. Just can’t seem to keep these powders out my nose.
Wednesday nights are brutal. Resistance is fucking futile.
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Supportive Parents Minneapolis, Minnesota
Supportive Parents is a punk band formed by people in 2014. Those people played in other bands before Supportive Parents too though. Their music has been described as "Billy Joel screaming 'til he feels he's going to barf." By them. Supportive Parents wants your money. And they want it now. ... more
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