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Better
03:19
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Another lonely night in
Trying to decide if he’s gonna be drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’
Yeah, he’ll have one or two
But that won’t really help him stop thinkin’, thinkin’, thinkin’
Man, he’s not even single
But she’s not there, and she doesn’t like him like this, like this, like this
He loves his lady
But she’s not who he wants to cry with, cry with, cry with
Boo hoo who’s to say
That we’re less okay
Than everyone we see every day?
Wa wa what is it
That makes us quit
When things are fine? We’re all full of it
It’s hard to admit
It’s all relative
It could always be worse
Or better
If it feels like hell, it is
Don’t lose your nerve
Get better
Another sloppy night out
She just bought a round, and she’s already been drinkin’, drinkin’, drinkin’
Acts like she’s having so much fun
But can’t go home; that’s where her mood starts sinkin’, sinkin’, sinkin’
She needs the attention
From someone new every night; her life’s not fulfilling, so she has to fake it, fake it, fake it
Her friends think she’s happy
But she’s not so sure that she’s gonna make it, make it, make it
Boo hoo who’s to say
That we’re less okay
Than anyone we see every day?
Wa wa what is it
That makes us quit
When things are fine? We’re all full of it
It’s hard to admit
It’s all relative
It could always be worse
Or better
If it feels like hell, it is
Don’t lose your nerve
Get better
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Pawn
03:41
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In the middle of the night, he’s still up thinking ‘bout
The day that he didn’t really have
In the middle of the floor, thoughts strewn all over,
And he didn’t even try to close the door
He’s past the point of caring, and it’s not in his capacity
To know who he’s still got to hold his hand
He’s so bad at sharing, baring anything to anyone
Imploding with his forehead in his hands
And it’s not his fault; we all know that by now
It’s not our call; we all know that by now
It’s out of our hands; we’re helpless right now, but
It’s not about us
It’s hard for him to stand and admit to needing help, but
We can’t let him turn to dust
Na na
Some parts of him are gone; he constantly forgets that he’s
Departed from this world a couple times
A lot of friends are gone; they don’t recognize him anymore
His life is chess; his body’s just a pawn
His fingers move; his eyes close; his mouth speaks quickly
But we know that his heart’s elsewhere
His actions speak; his words don’t mean much these days
But tortured love for him is what we share
And it’s not his fault; we all know that by now
It’s not our call; we all know that by now
It’s out of our hands; we’re helpless right now, but
It’s not about us
It’s hard for him to stand and admit to needing help, but
We can’t let him turn to dust
Na Na
We miss him, and we hope that we’ll see him one day soon
With his chin off his chest
We listen when we know that his mind’s on his words
And we hope for the best
It’s out of our hands; we’re helpless right now, but
It’s not about us
It’s hard for him to stand and admit to needing help, but
We can’t let him turn to dust
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Eat
02:58
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I spend the whole week on my feet
Making money that I won’t spend
I spend the weekend on my seat
Playing guitar for all my friends
I play around my work schedule
‘Cause I have got no choice
I’d love to blow off work for once
And let these people hear my voice
But I have got to eat
I need a place to sleep
Gigs don’t pay that well
Until your album sells
I spent my whole life in the back
Keeping quietly to myself
I filed away my opinions
And put them on a shelf
Now I’ve found my voice; it won’t shut up
I’ve got to let it out
Lyrics and a melody
Let me speak out loud
But I have got to eat
I need a place to sleep
Gigs don’t pay that well
Until your album sells
I’ve quit before, abandoned this
But it won’t happen again
When I don’t use my instruments
I lose a loyal friend
It doesn’t matter who’s impressed
Or even hears the words
I’ll make it by with what I’ve got
‘Cause I know what it’s worth
I have food to eat
I have a place to sleep
Gigs don’t pay that well
But work can feel like hell
Forget conformity
It is not for me
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