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It's alright, David, I'm fucked up again,
I'm tired of waiting,
Of being your friend,
You're stuck on the first page,
And I'm close to the end,
So just shut your mouth and pretend.

You scream through your cellphone,
And you watch your TV,
Sometimes you look like a fool,
Sometimes you look right past me,
And I'm the one singing you songs in the end,
So goddamn, I guess we'll be friends.

And oh, all the days pile up like used paper plates,
And you know but you still go.

Pictures and movies,
And books and cartoons,
When I'm looking at them sometimes,
I'm thinking about you,
And writing down things,
That I think you should do,
You know, I might get sick of me too.

And oh, all the days pile up like used razor blades,
And you know but you still go.

So David I'm here,
And my fingers are sore,
From writing down words,
That I know you'll ignore,
When each one comes out,
It feels more like before,
So David I've evened the score,
David I've evened the score.

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