fake a smile for southern california drive to oceanside and stare out at the water from the pier at night the pitch black swaying makes me cold inside im drunk and feeling funny on a wednesday night im high and feeling stupid on a monday night
good boys die young washed up on your shore passed out on my floor am I wrong for wanting more
constant bliss I miss the city and you're on my lips I made you cry so many times I feel like shit I never thought it'd come to this our conversations always hit and miss im sorry im sorry never cuts it does it
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