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I was so afraid that you'd move away, forget my name, forget my face. But then you fucking came back.
It's been a while and I'm not used to this anymore. Now my heart's beating out of my body.
You can't just come back now.
I tried so hard to get past hating myself and being more scared of waking up than dying. Just two more weeks and I can see you, breathe you in. But maybe it's better if we don't talk again.
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I'm better than I was and I can't ask for much more than that. I don't see the seasons change the way I used to. I don't see life quite the same and as much as I want it all to end, I want it to begin.
How come I never see you smile anymore, have you lost the drive to live your life the way you said you would? Please don't give up like I gave up.
I don't want to die.
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Blazed and Confused
02:51
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I know there's better things to write about than wishing you were home.
Every fall, all of my friends move away and that's got me thinking. In a few more years from now, will they come back. Soon I'm scared that I'll miss everything I hate.
Fuck this place. If everyone can just walk out of each others lives, why can't you walk out of mine. In ten more years will I still wake up alone. In ten more years will I still wake up at all.
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The last time I felt safe, we didn't even talk. The last time that I smiled, I didn't think of you.
What's left of this friendship, that's all there's left to call it.
What do you think about when you're alone.
What's left of this friendship, that's all there's left to call it.
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This was hard enough on you and that's my fault, but I don't consider this fortunate and I'm wrong.
I don't need you, but I want to.
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Man I'm Slammin'
04:22
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I used to dream of when you'd come back, but lately I don't know how I would handle that. It's been three months and I'm not sure if I still miss you or it's the thought of having someone there to help me realize there's something more to live for.
I gave up on god when she died on Easter Sunday. I gave up on life when I realized how little we mattered.
If this is the best that things get then I guess I'll call it quits because I'm tired and selfish.
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Curse Words Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
We *used to* play music, kind of?
Becir Paco - Drums
Billy Simmons -
Guitar, Vocals, and Bass sometimes
Cal Tarasi - Bass, Vocals, and Guitar Sometimes
Our band is dead, but hopefully we'll all have new projects soon. Billy releases demos under "Friends of Friends of Friends" which are available here on Bandcamp for free. Keep an eye out for "Big Bug" from B Man and Cal Boy!
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