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Connor White
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I found myself inside a bottle on my shelf
And I made a couple songs for you, Joe Hill
'Cause the last thing you told me was to give 'em hell
And now you ain't with me and it's clear to see
That I barely sleep and I barely eat
And when I hit the notes, I can barely speak
And now your fuck yeses, I'm on point to you
And now you have problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life, I got a point to prove"
You said, "Fuck this life, I'm 'bout to pill it too"
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude
And now you have problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life, I got a point to prove"
You said, "Fuck this life, I'm 'bout to pill it too"
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude
And she tells her friends that she's severely depressed
They say, "No, you're not, I sang your songs out your head"
She just rolled a spliff and I can smell it on her breath
And her boyfriend doesn't love her, he likes smoking cigarettes like
Oh, oh, oh, I know it kinda hurts to see me go, oh, oh
But we both needed space so we can grow, oh, oh
And I guess it is a lot of getting know, oh, oh
It's feeling cold
And now you have problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life, I got a point to prove"
You said, "Fuck this life, I'm 'bout to pill it too"
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude
And now you have problems and you have problems too
I said, "Fuck my life, I got a point to prove"
You said, "Fuck this life, I'm 'bout to pill it too"
I stay inside my room, I love the solitude
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