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It's my job to care
03:04
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It's My Job to Care
You're the same age as my daughter, or you would be if I'd ever had kids,
the age I planned to in my 30's.
It's your job to visit me a couple hours most weekdays when you ask me how I'm feeling typically I'll say not great
In the hope that you would stay here
Cos I fucking hate the weekends
I bought myself a card for Father's Day I wrote your name inside it sits the centre of my living room to catch visitors eyes.
The centre of the mantle
When you came around today I saw your eye makeup was running, asked you what the matter was and you fake laughed and said "oh nothing"
So I listened to your voicemail
While you freshed up in the bathroom.
I wish that you would call me up when I didn't expect it
I wish you'd drop around the house more often and for longer
I want to tell you that I love you but I'm afraid of what might happen
I'm terrified I might scare you off or something
I'm scared that I might cross some boundaries or something
I listen to the message and it's your no good boyfriend
And he's screaming blue murder about how you had it coming
He didn't want to hurt you
But you pushed him till he had to.
I wedge a chair against the bathroom door, let myself out real quiet
You left your car keys and your cigarettes out but I promise you I'll buy
A fresh new pack of 20
And a full tank of unleaded
I'm gonna put your cigarettes out on that cowards tongue
I swear I'm gonna tear his fucking throat out when I'm done
I guess it's obvious I love you but I don't care about what happens
I'm terrified I might scare you off for something
I'm scared that I might cross some boundaries or something.
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Fear and self-loathing in Finsbury Park
I hope you're listening cos I've started hating
The things I feel myself becoming
I don't know what's got into me
I came to you friend cos I knew you'd forgive
My transgressions wether or not I deserve it
I don't know what's got into me
My parents taught me if you truly repent
You'll find your self washed clean of all the shit that you've been rolling in
So I've come with my confessions
I'm desperate for redemption
I don't think that I'm a bad person
I just think I'm in a bad place
I don't know what's got into me
What the fuck is wrong with me?
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Boys in bands
02:42
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Boys in bands
She's in her early twenties and Her favourite band's Fugazi
she doesn't wear much make up you'd never catch her dead in a skirt
She lives a bit vicarious through the bands that act so feckless
They'll only act nice when they think they're getting something
She tells me that she feels lost
She tells me that Her job sucks
She doesn't like her boss much,
but can you show me anybody who does
Amy's got a thing for boys in bands
She likes boys with guitars boys in bands
She's looking for a boyfriend In all the wrong places
She likes em with long hair in a band that's going nowhere.
They thrive on the attention. But they're so fickle with affection
They only act nice when they think they're getting something
Amy's got a thing.
Amy I'm not proud but I've been that guy before
Stop Ask yourself is this really what your looking for.
And be that you guy you had a fling with
that girl He had a thing with once.
it won't go further
Than the morning after pill
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I know your name and I know a little bit about you
I've seen your lonely hearts page ad
I drove into your car as an excuse to meet ya,
we'll tell our kids how mum met dad
Cos you're so fucking pretty and my mums always asking if I'll meet someone new
I wouldn't say I'm a stalker
I just know where you go and sometimes I go there too
Just hoping I'll bump into you.
The paramedics came,
and put you in a neck brace
I tried to write my number on your hand
A policeman accosts me
"son can I take a statement?"
"tell that girl I'll marry her"
I remember you said we'd be in touch
but you never let me touch you, did you?
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5. |
If it bleeds
02:20
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