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We were driving U.S. Highway 41
You were young and I was young
Yellow light cut through the night
80, humid, foggy, bright
The moon was new, the streets were wet
Up since twilight sun had set
Black sky dwindling, dawn was yet to come
So why'd I go and write this down?
Do you remember having time to spare?
Is the future just as we had it become?
Because it caught me unaware
So why'd I go and write this down?
Do you remember having time to breathe?
Is the future just as we had it become?
It's only just begun
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Something Heartless
07:01
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Sewing up the eye
Of my moral dignity
Less an immunity
More a reflex
Too much to think about today
Maybe in a week
I'll gamble my heart again
Getting less out of it
Than I put in
And nothing's really changed
Close my eyes, play my part
I don't have the heart to lend a hand right now
You can ignore it
If you can afford it
The innocence that I had
The unskippable advertisement tells me how
Life here is gorgeous
Life here is precious
Life here rewards us
Forget the rest
Couldn't I have been
Something more feasible
Something more lucrative
Something heartless
And play the vicious game?
Instead I'm writhing in a web
Woven by moneymen
Paid by my government
And at present
I'm shrugging off the shame
Close my eyes, wash me clean
Pitcher plant martinis find me solace now
I can ignore it
While I can afford it
The innocence that I had
The unskippable advertisement tells me how
Life here is gorgeous
Life here is precious
Life here is forfeit
For all the rest
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Now he's got a good job
Pays well
In a world of round holes
Squares don't oft excel
Born a little wild child
Is he on his meds?
Iron out the wrinkles
Sand away the edge
Picking up on subplots
No one else could catch
But losing sight of foreground
Failing all the tests
A little isolation
Goes a long way
We do it for his own good
You misunderstood
Your time is up, your pencils down, you're the class clown
You won't get far on American daydreams
Hide your smirk, show your work, and get Cs
The clay of you that's shaped by me
Forget the I become the we
Right angled edges to pi squared depressions
The kids know you're different, you fuckup, you idiot
With all of these round holes, a square never fits in
But now he's got his shit together
Traded all his flair for fetter
And now he's got a good job
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One foot in Cali and one in the car
Gonna be a rockstar
Got no job, got no money, I've made it this far
Good God, save me Jesus, you're trying too hard
Ninety-nine degrees in the human bazaar
Check the doppler radar
There's no rain for the moment, but don't go too far
I've got bottled water in the back seat of my Jaguar
A healthy dose of pleasure
Synthesized, but it will do the trick, you'd never know
The City of the Flies
Caught in the most peculiar web of lies you've ever known
I'll pose the question
Would it be so wrong
To settle down on the verge of independence?
Would it be so wrong
To save face in the face of all this opposition?
Would it be so wrong
To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?
Would it be so wrong
To die young, if by ninety-nine I've done fuckall?
Saving it for later or for all I can stand
Got the doorknob in my hand
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom, I walked in the room
Good God, save me Jesus, a little too soon
Resting my head after hours of trying
You wouldn't believe it, the death I've been dying
But I found a proxy, a dramatization
It's not what I live for, but it's consolation
The City of the Flies
Caught in the most peculiar web of lies you've ever known
I'll pose the question
Would it be so wrong
To settle down on the verge of independence?
Would it be so wrong
To save face in the face of all this opposition?
Would it be so wrong
To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?
Would it be so wrong
To die young, if by ninety-nine I've done fuckall?
Would it be so wrong to join a cover band?
And rest my head on someone else's songs?
(But let me tell ya you'll make a lot of money)
City's full of spiders
And pitcher plants so sweet
Drink a little nectar friend
You'll never leave
Would it be so wrong
To settle down on the verge of independence?
Would it be so wrong
To save face in the face of all this opposition?
Would it be so wrong
To sit one out, and get shuffled in the wheel?
Would it be so wrong
To die young, if by ninety-nine I've done fuckall?
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Johnny Macc Nashville, Tennessee
I'm Johnny Macc.
alt-pop
he/him
If you wanna get in touch, hit me up on one on my socials. ily
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