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You tried you all 13 channels, but they burned me out again
'cause it's over whenever they say
I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere,
and the mailman can't come in to explain
So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate see, and it's hard to never mind.
It's hard to never mind.
I bought myself new candles, they only burn old flames.
I guess it's all the same anyway
Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew
but my point of view's forever changed
All this gasoline just goes to show that no one never minds.
It's building up, bottled up in time
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me?
Are you going to find me so the bogs? aren't empty all the time?
I think way too much about the way things should be said
'cause it just can't leave my head all the way.
It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today
I think I might get burned anyway
All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice.
I do my best, not everything is right
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
Please bring it down, bring it down.
They used to be mine. They saved me in middle school. They were my only real friends for awhile last year. I know him like no one else. Not only from the band I love, but his many side prodjects, most people don't even know his name. Don't give me this bull shit about how much they mean to you. You don't get them. Own two CDs or dowloaded 20 songs. Or maybe you heard the new album, bought all there CDs and now they are your "favorite". It is all the same. I hate seth for name dropping them on the OC and I hate them for changing labels. I hate the world for exposing my very intermost thoughts and feelings so they can be photocopied over and over till the original is forgotten. This isn't about me needing to feel original and it isn't like I don't get why people like them. But we don't like them for the same reasons and that is the part of me that you just don't understand. No one understands. Even if you think you do trust me, you don't. I hate that this is such an angry stuck up post. I have gotten their newsletter for a year. I cried when they changed labels, but not as hard as the first time I heard the Stability EP. I lost sleep over the fact that their new album was being advertised, but not as much as when I first listened to my first album of theres. I fell in love with the them before they had found their sound. I hate that everyone elses love for my love has made me lose respect for the words and cords that have meant so much to me. I hate that because I couldn't get to Salem last year that I am now seeing them we people who are not like me. Not that I guess anyone is like me. As a disclaimer I relize how stuck up and full of myself I sound, but it isn't like that.
'cause it's over whenever they say
I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere,
and the mailman can't come in to explain
So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate see, and it's hard to never mind.
It's hard to never mind.
I bought myself new candles, they only burn old flames.
I guess it's all the same anyway
Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew
but my point of view's forever changed
All this gasoline just goes to show that no one never minds.
It's building up, bottled up in time
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me?
Are you going to find me so the bogs? aren't empty all the time?
I think way too much about the way things should be said
'cause it just can't leave my head all the way.
It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today
I think I might get burned anyway
All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice.
I do my best, not everything is right
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
Please bring it down, bring it down.
They used to be mine. They saved me in middle school. They were my only real friends for awhile last year. I know him like no one else. Not only from the band I love, but his many side prodjects, most people don't even know his name. Don't give me this bull shit about how much they mean to you. You don't get them. Own two CDs or dowloaded 20 songs. Or maybe you heard the new album, bought all there CDs and now they are your "favorite". It is all the same. I hate seth for name dropping them on the OC and I hate them for changing labels. I hate the world for exposing my very intermost thoughts and feelings so they can be photocopied over and over till the original is forgotten. This isn't about me needing to feel original and it isn't like I don't get why people like them. But we don't like them for the same reasons and that is the part of me that you just don't understand. No one understands. Even if you think you do trust me, you don't. I hate that this is such an angry stuck up post. I have gotten their newsletter for a year. I cried when they changed labels, but not as hard as the first time I heard the Stability EP. I lost sleep over the fact that their new album was being advertised, but not as much as when I first listened to my first album of theres. I fell in love with the them before they had found their sound. I hate that everyone elses love for my love has made me lose respect for the words and cords that have meant so much to me. I hate that because I couldn't get to Salem last year that I am now seeing them we people who are not like me. Not that I guess anyone is like me. As a disclaimer I relize how stuck up and full of myself I sound, but it isn't like that.