returning to this song after another breakup, still a banger

my friends they all hate my guts
and i always feel so fucked up
dont know why i even try
be better off if i would just die

lately
ive been feeling crazy
think theyve had enough of me cuz
im so fucked up
lately
everybody hates me
i should learn to just shut up cuz
im so fucked up

dont know why the things i say
always push the ones i love away
stay inside never go anywhere
get left behind cuz nobody cares

lately 
ive been feeling crazy
think theyve had enough of me cuz
im so fucked up
lately
everybody hates me 
i should learn to just shut up cuz
im so fucked up

so fucked up

I Can't Go Back To Her

The Unlicensed Cover Album

Stop Talking

Pop-Phlodge

Lyrics:

I’ve been thinking
About the things you say
Every morning when we awake

You act like he’s still near
You act like you need here
I wish you would make it clear
told me he disappeared 
I just can’t trust you dear
my eyes fill up with tears
You're lying to me I fear
It’s his name I hear

I’ve been thinking
About all the things you say
every morning 
About the time when we awake
I’ve been thinking 
About how it brings me pain
I’ve been thinking
About how you say his name

I woke up alone today
on the ground my cold feet weigh
take a shower, clean my face
go to work from 3 to 8
cover shifts, jim's got a date
so burnt out, and I get home late
feed the dog, and clean the plates
eat alone, then I hit the hay 

I’ve been thinking
About all the things you say
every morning 
about the time when we awake
I’ve been thinking 
About how it brings me pain
I’ve been thinking
About how you say his name (x2)

I've Been Thinking

out for blood (heart attack man cover)

I can't smile anymore
I can't sleep anymore
I can't live anymore
I lost my imagination
I got lost in this fucking hole
I blow my head off with a shotgun
I'm sorry for all this blood

i lost my imagination

i wanna... end the stupidity on christmas

if you told me that i would be
alone again on christmas eve
i'd probably say "well that's okay"
cuz every year's the fucking same

what the hell did i do last winter?
it's always the same ass tradition

have you seen how my ribs show?
my diet's been a shitshow
and my family's on my ass
but i'll give them all a pass
cuz they're right, i know


what the hell did i do last winter?
it's always the same ass tradition
(too much drink to just stop and think)
"what the hell did i do last winter?"
(i avoid cause there's just no point)
it's always the same ass tradition

Not A Christmas Song

The Stash

i was raised by a place
ive been on since i was eight
or maybe 9, the internet,
sat online, on the world wide web

everything i've ever seen
ever learnt, its from a screen
and who i am today
was influenced by the way
i was raised on the World Wide Web
raised by the Internet

raised by the World Wide Web
don't have any real life friends
mind melted by the internet
World Wide Web

i was raised online
i was raised online
maybe that is why
i came out behind
all the other kids
all cause i had unrestricted
access to the internet

knowledge at my fingertips
and everything that any kid
really shouldn't be seeing when
he's browsing at the age of ten
terrorist beheadings
and anything with death in it
propaganda, fucking goatse
i came out so fucking lonely

raised by the World Wide Web
im anxious with every breath
cause i was raised by the world wide web
World Wide Web

Yelling At Inanimate Objects Instead of You

UhOhSlater

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