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Laetitia, you destroy me, so I can see why I feel so lonelywhen you and me could be forever perfectly perfect together.I know.Broken down in my dead bedroom, stuttering to pictures of you.I’m sure that you can always see me.I saw you staring through the TV last night.So I’ll leave my door open all night,

Logan To Government Center

Consider this a letter that I never sent However inconsiderate it seems Do you still consider me, consider me the boy you laughed with or that you learned to live without?… I suck, I know I’m late, I know you waited You wouldn’t get me on the phone And you couldn’t make me not alone

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And it comes down to you Never and ever, wrecked his day Looks and flirts and noontime in your shortest skirt Past the point of trying, I’m a dying breed Thank you for reminding me of all the things I’ve done completely wrong Stop these looks and letters This isn’t for the better, you’ve stripped

Failure By Design

Watch you, on the one’s and two’s.Through a window in a well lit room.Become a recluse.And I blame myself cause I make things hard and your just trying to help.And when I wake up, your the first to call.This is one more late night basement song.And I’m so sore, my voice has gone to hell,

Mix Tape

I got a twenty-dollar bill That says no one’s ever seen you without makeup. You’re always made up. And I’m sick of your tattoos and the way you always criticize the Smiths. and Morrissey. And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic. But when I say let’s keep in touch, I really mean

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