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I have a town, it's slowly becoming a parody of itself
But it keeps us safe and it keeps us warm, It's nearly coffee hour
And the people in this town they don't get very good reception
But fuck me before we let Optus put in another tower
And I love this place but every few years it will try to burn itself down
And I guess the same thing could be said for the pair of us
But I still think we should build that Maccas
To watch the Diary froth with outrage and anger
At least then it won't take forty minutes to get nuggets
And the people who grew up here, they've all moved away now
I guess I should too soon, when the traffic dies down
But until then, I'll wait here patiently, cosily
But I still think we should build that Maccas
To watch the Diary froth with outrage and anger
At least then it won't take forty minutes to get nuggets
It won't take forty fucking minutes to get nuggets
I just want nuggets when I'm drinking home alone on a Monday
Talking shit to my friends on skype
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And the house is always freezing, it's a cold I feel in my teeth
And I can't figure out the blinds so I just stare at the streetlights whenever I try to sleep
But at least here I'm not alone
And the drive is so much better than the one back home
You asked me when anything works out the way we want it to
And I just wish sometimes it could
I promise I still feel the way that I did then
It's just sometimes I forget
Down on Cheltenham Road it says don't be afraid of change, be afraid of never changing
But recently I feel like both of them have me by the throat
Cus I'm too scared to grow, but I'm terrified of staying the same
I guess I shouldn't listen to advice from a bus stop
You asked me when anything works out the way we want it to
And I just wish sometimes it could
I don't know if I still feel the way that I did then
Cus sometimes I forget
The tattoo on my leg doesn't mean the same thing it did
But I wouldn't take it back, not for anything
And I don't know how this will end
And I don't know when I'll stop feeling like this
But I hope you do soon
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Nick Birdman
02:41
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Remind me to tell Nick to go and fuck himself
I won't pay you to play this game for me
I still can't sleep without YouTube blaring in my ears
I guess that's because silence is way too loud for me
It's funny the way my brain my can change the way I view my friends
Love her then I hate him It'll all be same when I wake up
Driving behind a bashed up Kia
The morning after getting there
It's OK to feel this sad
It's OK to feel this content
Watching that swirl of orange and red
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August
03:41
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I've been on the verge of throwing up for days
She asked me if I know how hurtful it is for this to happen every single year
And I don't
I'll stop drinking for a couple weeks at least
I'll see you on Thursday when I'm fucked up again
I've never felt better than on my bedroom floor
And I'm scared as hell that I'll end up here more, again
And the fountain had been off for years when we decided to drain it and plant flowers instead
She said it was better than breeding all these fucking mosquitoes
And I still feel like the water, but I promise I'm growing with them
I'll stop drinking for a couple weeks at least
We all know that soon I'll be fucked up again
I'll end up passed out on my bedroom floor
And I guess I always knew that I'd end up here more, again
I'll stop drinking for a couple weeks at least
I've said it a million times and I'll say it again
Not that I've ever seen anything through
I just really hope that maybe this time it's true, for once
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So I'll get on a plane and I'll fly just forty minutes away
I'll get drunk on a couch with my friends
We'll watch dumb movies and act like we're ten again
And I'm sorry about your necklace and I'm sorry about your arm
And I'm sorry about my part in it
But I'm so glad you're here. I'm really glad that you're all here
And if I could bottle happiness it would taste like Forty Spotted Summer Release
And I'd drink to excess with my friends, in a rented house on the corner of Sandy Bay and Queen Street
And I know that you're struggling and I'm sorry that your problems followed you here
Let's get a coffee, let's walk to the beach, let's just forget about everything
An even though things are hard for you right now
I promise they'll all turn out well
And I'm so glad you're here. I'm really glad that you're all here
The air is so clean here. I breathe it in and I feel it cleanse me
And it's cold enough at night that I can finally sleep
But I still feel weird about buying liquor from a store that shares it's name with a tragedy
And if I could bottle happiness it would smell like Tassie air
It would taste like Cascade Blues
Or maybe it would taste like gin and tonic with rose petals in it too
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