If it seems as of late Ive stopped sitting around talking about the bands I hate Maybe Im starting to relate How could anyone have anything to say? And if your inspirations vacant Its cause youre sitting in a basement Wasting away day after day I feel the same way How can anyone have anything to say? When was the last time anything happened to me? Of limited income and even less experience When was the first time you thought This is where we should always be? So vacant day after day This is the last time youll see the likes of me I could stay, play the part of the youngest hasbeen In the dark at card tables, rehashing old visions Put the impending glory aside And make the same decisions in life as my parents Take their rightful place as the patron saint of... Im worth my weight in the glory of yesterday Worth my weight in vacancy
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