Burgers and Fries
You used to talk about high school
Maybe all the time
I wanted you to shut up
So I can move on with my life
I want to purge all the memories
Of that stupid fucking place
I want to forget everything
I want to forget every face 'cause
I'm not stuck in the past
Like a cheapskate
You can write it off
Like a shitty piece of real estate
Your daddy bought for you
On your 23rd birthday
I hope to fucking God
It burns down
You stupid skank
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
How much deeper under my skin
Have you seemed to find your way in
Like a disease that never seems to go away
Have you found someone brighter
Not a shitty songwriter
Why don't you get out
Of my fucking brain 'cause
I'm not stuck in the past
Like a cheapskate
You can write it off
Like a shitty piece of real estate
Your daddy bought for you
On your 23rd birthday
I hope to fucking God
It burns down
You stupid skank
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
And now that I'm getting older
And the coals they start to smolder
Am I the man you really thought I'd be
So clean
So sweet
I never really figured it out
But I know it's not for me
When will I stop carrying around
The ashes of our dream
Maybe all the time
I wanted you to shut up
So I can move on with my life
I want to purge all the memories
Of that stupid fucking place
I want to forget everything
I want to forget every face 'cause
I'm not stuck in the past
Like a cheapskate
You can write it off
Like a shitty piece of real estate
Your daddy bought for you
On your 23rd birthday
I hope to fucking God
It burns down
You stupid skank
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
How much deeper under my skin
Have you seemed to find your way in
Like a disease that never seems to go away
Have you found someone brighter
Not a shitty songwriter
Why don't you get out
Of my fucking brain 'cause
I'm not stuck in the past
Like a cheapskate
You can write it off
Like a shitty piece of real estate
Your daddy bought for you
On your 23rd birthday
I hope to fucking God
It burns down
You stupid skank
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
Oh, I
I want to die
And now that I'm getting older
And the coals they start to smolder
Am I the man you really thought I'd be
So clean
So sweet
I never really figured it out
But I know it's not for me
When will I stop carrying around
The ashes of our dream
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