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Pulp Fiction
01:11
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i drink my coffee black and i think of you
do you regret all the drugs we didn’t do
on this line where we kissed goodbye i cried and i cried and i cried and i cried
your favorite movies mine
what will i do without you in my life
what will you do without my voice in your mind
telling you to quit smoking
i wish that i could quit smoking
i picked up every bad habit that you left behind
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2. |
How Was Your Time?
02:07
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tell me how was your time
just waiting for your hand in mine
i dont think i will ever feel the same
and now that i am looking back
you never treated me so bad
i should have let your reputation be
i couldve loved you but
your touch kept making me feel sick
i know that none of this was any of your fault
but i still blame you for it
spent the night with your friends
just waiting for the night to end
when i woke up it was flooding outside
covered your walls in sharpie
somehow disappointing me
i feel like i am 14 again
dont take it personally when i say that i think it’ll happen twice
i am a self fulfilling prophecy so it just might
its so nice to see
its always
so nice to see you
its so nice to see you
its always
so nice to see
this may be the worst apology that you will ever hear,
oh dear
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3. |
Met
02:03
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On that day out by the met
Before we inhaled our cigarettes
I saw your face, you had no regret
You looked so different when you left
You made me laugh
Your hair was blue
You were always high
And it was your doom
We drew all over
The walls of my room
You fucked me up
And you left me blue
And i’ll never have a friend like you
And i never really want to
In all our plans i bet my luck
Wondering if you’ll choose to show up
Hold back your hair while you upchuck
And the boys treat us just like grownups
In my bathtub i cut your hair
Then i turned around and u weren’t there
I cried until my face was bare
Got on my knees said a prayer
I’ll never have a friend like you
And ill never really want to
And i’ll never know anyone like you
And i hope i never have to
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4. |
My Baby
01:11
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My baby hes been quiet lately he dont love me anymore
my baby’s smoking turkish royals and he’s halfway out the door
What did i think, in my cruel vanity he would stay?
what is it that i do to every boy that fucks them up this way?
My baby hes been lying lately as he plots his own escape
so i wear that leather dress he likes and i pray that it won’t be today
its bullshit to say that there is really anything left
but thats what we say to the rest, isn’t bullshit what we do best?
i think that its time for us
and
you have betrayed all my trust
well
you look like a god as you’re rolling up a 20
and i am not here i am just here because you let me meeeeee
my baby cut his hair and i think he’s sleeping with another girl
my baby put his foot down just to be the end of my whole world
next time that i see you i will leave you all alone
in my high heels, no kneel ordeal, lucky i picked up the phone
and maybe on sunday we can end this cold war
because my baby is not my baby anymore
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5. |
Blue
03:16
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all you do is make me blue
i think im the plan you stopped attending to
and you must know how i look up to you
but all you do it make me blue
the sound of your dial tone
shoves my heart out of my throat
So id rather sit here all alone
Than call you over just to watch you go
and now it feels like all that we do
is get high in your bathroom
all the feelings you had for me must have subdued
you know that i’ll never get over you
I kissed you again
I dont think we were ever friends
Made you cum in your high school bed
Some things make better sense unsaid
I cried for your on the beach
Wrote you letters that i hope youll never read
i won’t bother go through our texts because they’re all blue
you make me hate me for trying to reach to to you
you’ve left me feeling blue
you’ve left me feeling blue
you’ve left me feeling blue
you’ve left me feeling blue
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6. |
Daisy
02:34
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Daisy fancies herself a new york Effie Stonem
Says that all you gotta do is call the boys they just roll right in
I bet she has a shitty tattoo, bet she smokes Marlboro reds
Bet if you asked her she would say she wished she was dead
I wish I could see in me
Everything that daisy wants to be
Wild reckless and free
With no one looking out for me
Daisy gets home at 3am
There’s cocaine up in the pink room
She doesn't worry about death
Or the future that she'll never have
Daisy can't focus in school cuz she got her allowance taken away
Now she's on nicotine withdrawal, been biting her nails all day
She says that she got high before school but I don't believe her
Her boyfriend's 43 and she met him on tinder
And I wish that my actions
Were devoid of consequences
Could spent my senior year on acid
Enjoy my youth while it lasted
I wish I could be like you
Hungover Wednesday mornings, too
Works at 7 went to sleep at two
Getting stoned is all we do
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7. |
Afterprom
02:30
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I have a headache again
From reading over the things you said
From insta-stalking your new girlfriend
And fighting over plans that don’t make sense
I have a headache again
Remember when i said i hated my friends?
I take it back i hate yours to the end
We play this blame game over again
I guess you just didn’t love me enough
It scared me to see you acting so tough
I spent 2 weeks just throwing up
Waiting for you and me to go back to us
And it’s the things that you do that make me hate you
I feel like your wife when i berate you
I tried so hard and i gave up mine
Just to make our interests align
So if i wanna get stoned and watch tv
Is that your voice talking inside of me?
I will be everything that you want me to be
I finally got to kiss another girl
Is it worth it if im going to prom alone
It will never be the same
Found myself at a party in queens
Why am i always on my knees?
Smiling and sniffling
But at least this time its different
The walls are still pink
Why do I still care what you think?
I just want to be up on your level
I’m only pretending to be a rebel
Please just say im funny or
That i’m not just your pretty, boring girl
They look at me like i’m a fool
Like a taming of the shrew
And here i am acting like im more
Than what other people see me for
Snorting lines of blow off of your phone
My redemption is just your failure
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8. |
Molly
05:23
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i took the train with a girl who traded half a pack of cigarettes for molly
i get nervous and start to loose my head when i smoke too much weed
i know im being bad but im just trying to get by
but the strangest thing happened to me today this boys voice wouldn’t leave my mind
i am more sorry for the things that i will do than the things that i am feeling now
i imagine your sister she’s calling me heartless and all the marring that you would allow
its been a long time and i,
i have changed, since i met you
its been a long time, and you
you haven’t grew, since you loved me
i am so tired of being a wife and mother
i am not yet 17 i have no money to my name
i cannot take on the responsibility of another life
for me would you take another life?
would you take mine
when i fall into disarray
will you help me find my way
i always wanna leave you in the may
i got blackout and smoked 11 cigarettes at a party
all that i remember is talking to some boy about buffy
i have no control over the things that i will do to make myself happy
but i love you so by now you should know im always gonna take you down with me
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9. |
September Weather
03:22
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That year i was robbed of my september weather
I only saw her twice she swore she would get better
Some nights i want to cook her dinner and beg her to eat
Some nights i want to fuck her until she screams
But i’d never tell her that
I’d rather just keep quiet than to ever make her sad
I think she’s beautiful it’s so hard not to tell her
Getting high in her room just makes me feel awkward and clumsier
As september comes i fall with all the leaves
I don't need your love but why would you just forget about me
But i'd never tell her that
I'd rather just keep quiet than to ever make her sad
We can pretend but we both know that this will end
We make amends we play this game over againn
Anything you do to me i will defend
But i know once college comes we won’t be friends
Well shes a crowd pleaser and shes got me on my knees
I told you all before she makes me blue she makes me bleed
She tasted like polish candies i the winter time
And i should give up now because she will never be mine
But id never tell her that
Id follow her anywhere just to hold her hand
In the blue of the ocean where we swam
I think about it evryday, her life, her love, her scam
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10. |
I Wear Your Ring
02:17
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Im not an idiot
I know that its over
But i keep going so
I forgot when i'm sober
Last night i called you 13 times
The pretty boy who caught me eye wondered why
I did your drugs i wore your ring contemptuously
Im done with being pretty let them see me crazy
I spent all this time waiting for you to come and save me
But i'm drunk alone singing “my god i'm so lonely”
Im not an idiot
I know its the amphetamines
I should probably keep better track of my dopamine
The girl i loved lodged in my throat she is a part of me
You've never seen
I wear your name like its a part of me
Im counting down the days until i get married
I built this fucking love so strongly that its scaring me
I built a love so raw it bleeds
I made a boy so raw he bleeds
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