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I'm so obsessed! Get over it. <33333333333333333333333 My parents are getting so tired of it, they're finally LETTING ME LOOK FOR CONCERT TICKETS! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! -is jumping up and down like a pro-gymnist- WHEEOMGOMG! <3333333
Okay. Now for some lyrics. <33333
Dead on Arrival
I hope this is the last time, because I'd never say no to you.
This conversation's been dead on arrival.
There's no way to talk to you.
When you're dead on.
A rivalry goes so deep between me and this loss of sleep over you.
This is side one
Flip me over
I know I'm not you're favorite record.
The songs you grow to like never stick at first.
So I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse:
Grand Theft Autumn[Where is Your Boy?] [OMG GOOD SONG.]
When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances
on the hope you hate him
more than you notice I wrote this for you.
You need him.
I could be him...I could be an accident,
but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate in value,
get off my a** and call you...
but for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion
of waking up with my clothes on at
4:00 in the afternoon.
Grenade Jumper [OMG GOOD SONG.]
My heart ticks in beat with
these kids that I grew up with.
living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know where we come from
and where we call home.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated, but we love you back.
They'll say it's not worth it.
So we'll leave this town in ruin.
living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know those busted lips we take back home.
I know you would be there either way.
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade.
So I'll tell everyone how much this means to me
Saturday
I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast.
It could be worse I could be taking you there with me.
I'm good to go...but it looks like I'm still on my own.
I'm good to go for something golden,
though the motions I've been going through have failed.
I'm coasting on potential towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour.
When I say...
Two more weeks, my foot is in the door.
I can't sleep in the wake of saturday.
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended.
Pete and I said attacked Astoria
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence.
I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived more than an hour.
Those are just a few. You people need to listen to PATRICK VAUGHN STUMP OMG. gonk heart
Ahem... yeah. The songs may look short, but they are very good, and Patrick, Pete, Joe, Jakus, and Andy do wonderful jobs in making it longer and sweeter. <3
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