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I'm sick of having
Nothing in common
With all my college friends- if you can call them that
I'm sick of getting left on read by
All these record labels they all think I'm bad

Another wasted day
Another wasted excuse
I'll drag myself out of bed
Just to write about you
I don't even like sleeping
I use it to hide from the chaos
Thrive from the payoff
I can't tell if we're on a break or it's over
Could be high, but I'm sober
No matter how many moral dilemmas in mind, I must stay true to myself
No matter how many times I push it away
It always comes circling back to me
So what's the point of doing the right thing
If the people you care about wont even believe in you

Sick of having
Nothing in common
With all my college friends- if you can call them that
I'm sick of getting left on read by
All these record labels they all think I'm bad



Credits
Writer(s): A. Max Adams
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