25 Hour Goddamn Telethon
No matter where you go to
You can still sit on a couch
You can still sleep 'til it's dark outside
You can still just hang around
You can still not make new friends
You can ignore the ones you have
You can always ostracize yourself
And you can forget how to laugh
Problems are all I create
I live in four month mistakes
So can we leave today, start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not?
Upon my last trip back there
I remembered why I left
All their flakiness, my shakiness
And the friends I never met
But I didn't feel relief
In fact, I just felt more regret
With a higher wage and a Metrocard
I could deal with loneliness
Problems are all I create
I live in four month mistakes
So can we leave today, start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not?
And in four months when it finally gets warmer
I'll have already planned more disorder
When I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place
I'll be on my next mistake
Another boring story, another problem self imposed
Another boring story, another problem self imposed
Can we leave today, start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Blah blah blah, problems self imposed
Blah blah blah, problems self imposed
You can still sit on a couch
You can still sleep 'til it's dark outside
You can still just hang around
You can still not make new friends
You can ignore the ones you have
You can always ostracize yourself
And you can forget how to laugh
Problems are all I create
I live in four month mistakes
So can we leave today, start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not?
Upon my last trip back there
I remembered why I left
All their flakiness, my shakiness
And the friends I never met
But I didn't feel relief
In fact, I just felt more regret
With a higher wage and a Metrocard
I could deal with loneliness
Problems are all I create
I live in four month mistakes
So can we leave today, start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not?
And in four months when it finally gets warmer
I'll have already planned more disorder
When I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place
I'll be on my next mistake
Another boring story, another problem self imposed
Another boring story, another problem self imposed
Can we leave today, start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Blah blah blah, problems self imposed
Blah blah blah, problems self imposed
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Rosenstock
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