i miss my brothers
i'm sure they've read the news
i miss my father
but he's been fucked up
too much to care about all the things that i once did, oh well
i might as well admit that i've been
caught up in newport
but now there's nothing new
i'll join the air force
then i could show you proof
that there's nothing on the street for me no more, i know
i'm bailing out of luck
so hear me out
tonight
just leave me here
wasting my rebel cry
can i be homesick?
i never did want to
i'm being honest
i live a life abused
by all the kids that seem to fear me when i scream,
so loud, i might not have a problem
but i digress
no surprise
i need another drag for when i'm resting my lazy eyes
i know my lover
knows that i don't think twice
she says "my fist hurts
from all those times you've lied,
'michael why'd you have to go broadcast your life?
you are the sunset to my nightmares every night’"
there'll be a lack
of goodbyes
until i'm taught just how to believe in a better way to die
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