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Taki Tachibana
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Fuck! I think I'm stuck on repeat
Must be a fault in the wiring
I'm sure the red lights are sick of me
Oh, what a tragedy! Oh, the audacity!
Threw pity parties in my driveway
Called in sick to work the next day
Puffy eyelids and a splitting headache
I woke up hungover 'cause I'm still hung up over you
I'm already mourning you
I know that you're leaving soon
For a girl with bright eyes and better dance moves
I blamed hesitation and self-preservation
Fuck, I'm so glad I never told you I loved you!
I spent months treading water and cried to my friends
Stalled out, trusting neither my heart or my head
I'm glad it turned out you weren't so warm in the end
Out of sight, out of mind, oh, here we go again
Fuck your shallow rhetoric
Your coffee and your cigarettes
Your narcissistic etiquette
Do I have your attention?
Keep your bullshit compliments
And all your empty promises
I can't believe I fell for it
Do I have your attention yet?
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Padfoot Virginia Beach, Virginia
Sawyer, Karen, Kimball.
Virginia party emo on Chillwavve Records.
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