The Things That Glue Can’t Stick

Im sick of the downtown pressure

Like the rich’s gold droplet treasure

I hate the fumes of my old damned town

the farewells are no closer to new hellos

since the hello’s much less sincere then the worst goodbyes

I don’t like the place that i’m at

i don’t like the fashion sense and the hipster stigma

i’m tapping out on round two

i’m never getting closer to getting over you

i’ve never liked much changes to fear

like to have forced smiles running ear to ear

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