Written about being evicted from my house

Moving boxes filled with her dead mom's possessions
To my father's house paying rent and collections
Brought down by the memories stored in her past
From inside an attic that isn't built to last

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And I'm not too sure just what it is
We've been doing all this for
It all feels forced like we've been coerced Into going out our own front door
And that's fine it is what it is
No matter how bad everything gets
In the end we will shout that everything tried had finally worked out

After we received their notes of intimidation to our house 
We wished to avoid litigation
Instead we ended up in room 250
And our tire blew out as we entered the city

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AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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Moving in Circles

track 4

Their's nothing but downtime 
And their's smoke on the ceiling
I'm always being yelled at
Just for the way I've been feeling 

I space out into the crowd 
Apathetic eyes glued to me
It doesn't matter what they see
I'm doing this for me

I'm as old as I've ever been 
I'm as young as I'll ever be
In other words I've defined 
This word to be the present 

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