1-Up
Cricket
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They say you're quitting and there's money somewhere else They say you dropped the act to take care of yourself So wipe off the makeup, take the chains off Time to forget where you came from Sell your soul to Satan and dress up like someone else Then get a job, give up the chase, it's far past time to quit Because money's far more important than stupid art bullshit Well I know, I know, I know, I'm reckless Know I'm greedy know I'm selfish I don't care what happened to you, I'll have my cake and eat it too Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na So I'll smash my fingers strumming at a breakneck speed And I'll play piano, fake some talent while they're still healing When my knuckles start to bleed out on the keys as I play more I'll think "wow, I am so edgy, what an awesome metaphor" We pretend like it's so cool to be immobilized by pain I'm so sorry that you like my songs because you can relate I'm just singing cause I like to and it helps me to relax But why the f*ck would I want anybody to feel sad? Cause it's not about the pain, it's about where the pain came from And the fact that you're depressed means you know you were happy once If you think that hope is hopeless hope that I can lend a hand The reason you're alive is so that you can love again Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na You fight with all your power and you fight with all your heart But you fight with one another, so your dreams are torn apart Wish that I could do more other than just give you this advice You can have a different dream until the day you fucking die I know that I am not perfect I know that nobody is I know having flaws is human I know we're all full of sin But I spent my life online wishing that I was someone else And when your whole life is comparisons you'll start to hate yourself I'm so sorry that I hurt you and that I can't make it up I'm so sorry that you've run into a spell of real bad luck I'm so sorry I'm a liar that I didn't fucking care And I'm sorry to my mom that this song has so many swears But I swear that you are good enough, you're good enough for you You can hold your sword and fight through all the never-ending clues While the war might last forever you gotta promise me you'll try Because once this all is over you don't get an extra life And I hope heaven is forever and that we all get to go And it's just as cool as I thought it'd be when I was ten years old And I hope I get to see you, catch up, and tell you the news That everything worked out for me And it worked out for you Cause in heaven there's no music There's no metal There's no punk Because we're all so happy And now we don't need that stuff And no, it doesn't make much sense But I think in the end I would rather be happy than to make sense When I'm dead
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