When they can't even meet you a quarter of the way

Lyrics:
I'm dreaming
Of us disappearing
Way down in Eastgate
I'll be your first choice
For a couple of days

Drive back home in silence
We won't talk all summer long
You found love again and he's better
Than what my friendship can offer
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It'd be easier if I was in love with you
At least then I'd understand how delusional
It is to rely on you
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Just another half-baked scheme
To get you halfway in love
With me platonically 
I don't want anything
Except a halfhearted apology
I'm broken and battered
Half-baked and ranting
You took off with all my spare pieces
Blew me up like dynamite
Dynamite
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Just take me back
To the way it was
When you would laugh
Out the sunroof
With your arms up
Now I can't get a word out
Your phone lights up the night
"Think I better get home"
Your words sharper than a knife

I wish I wasn't so attached
Wish I didn't feel like that
But you know damn well
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It'd be easier if I was in love with you
At least then I'd understand how delusional it is
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Just another half-baked scheme
To get you halfway in love
With me platonically 
I don't want anything
Except a halfhearted apology
I'm broken and battered
Half-baked and ranting
(Took me up like)
You took off with all my spare pieces
Blew me up like dynamite
Dynamite

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Stop telling me we're older now
I'll find someone and settle down
Stop making excuses for why you don't come around
I know what happened to every boom town

Stop telling me it'll be alright
By the seat of your pants, taking flight
You'll want my shoulder
when he shows you his bite
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Just another half-baked scheme
To get you halfway in love
With the idea of me
I'll run off without a clue
I don't want anything
Except a halfhearted apology
I'm broken and battered
Half-baked and ranting
Took me up like
All my spare pieces
Blew me up like dynamite
Dynamite

Dynamite (Prod. Trent Hays)

Just over here turning my diary into tracks

Dynamite (Prod. Trent Hays)

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