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lyrics

Pardon me, I must have forgotten that everything is fake:
The thinks I claim to care about that aren’t worth their weight.
The empty calories like sugary frosted flakes.
The trivial moments that still keep me awake.

Starting to getting fucking tired of battling with my brain:
An ungrateful roommate who takes up too much space.
I think of what to say by the time I feel ashamed.
And shame is the game when your rent is late.

You can build your own family, the one that you’d want to see.
When you’re fucked up lonesome, nowhere to go,
be the one with a couch and a shot until it’s your turn.

If I lose sight of what I love won’t you slap me in my ears?
Clear out all the other junk, help me hear.

It’s so easy to be tempted by the shiny and the new,
rub the paint, look underneath, you’ll see it’s rusted through.

You can build your own family.
Be the person that you’d want to see when you’re fucked up, lonely,
no one to phone. Be the one with a couch and a shot until it’s your turn.
For the miserable and lonesome be the tried and the true.

If I lose sight of what I love, won’t you slap me in my ears?
Clear out all the other junk, help me hear.
If I lose sight of what I love, slap me in my ears.
Remind me that I’m loved.
Help me hear.

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from Deals, Deals, Deals!, released June 7, 2019
Lyrics by Diego medrano
Music by Ramona

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