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You're Just a Whore With a Regular Old Whore's Heart
by Idy
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Won’t somebody google me
The glory days of my life
If they’ve come and gone
I must’ve been sleeping or high
Where was my Winnie Cooper?
The violins with my first kiss?
Where is my Ambien now?
This world’s a headache that just won’t quit
So, could somebody help me find the inner peace
To help me survive these demons?
They stay out late
Drinking with pretty girls
But tomorrow’s the best you’ve ever felt
Feeling like shit
Because your emotions were always just little too much to explain
And my reactions were always delayed like the southbound D-train
Tonight, I’m almost drunk enough to explain
My tattoos and theories on censorship policies
I know I’m not alone, and this might sound inane
But once I felt your heartbeat
In sync with my heartbeat
Today I’m going on strike
I’m not going to work
I’m not falling in love
I’m not getting hurt
Time with you was like the flu
All I remember was the heat
I said I’m going on strike
I’m not going to work
I’m not falling in love
I’m not getting hurt
Time with you was like the flu
All I remember was the heat
Won’t somebody google you
The glory days of your youth?
It’s got to be painful knowing
It never gets better for you than high school
So, hold your breath
And blow the eyelash
And wish yourself some inner peace
If you blow me a kiss
I’ll flip you off
Because the whole town knows our story
And a cold brew tastes better than you
So, I swear to God I’m done dwelling
Tonight we’ll stay out late
Drinking with pretty girls
To erase your memories
So where is my alcohol now?
This worlds a headache that just won’t quit
And we’ll stay out late
Drinking with pretty girls
Tomorrow’s the best you’ve ever felt
Feeling like shit
Won’t somebody google me
The glory days of my life
If they’ve come and gone
I must’ve been sleeping or high
Where was my Winnie Cooper?
The violins with my first kiss?
Where is my Ambien now?
This world’s a headache that just won’t quit
So, could somebody help me find the inner peace
To help me survive these demons?
They stay out late
Drinking with pretty girls
But tomorrow’s the best you’ve ever felt
Feeling like shit
Because your emotions were always just little too much to explain
And my reactions were always delayed like the southbound D-train
Tonight, I’m almost drunk enough to explain
My tattoos and theories on censorship policies
I know I’m not alone, and this might sound inane
But once I felt your heartbeat
In sync with my heartbeat
Today I’m going on strike
I’m not going to work
I’m not falling in love
I’m not getting hurt
Time with you was like the flu
All I remember was the heat
I said I’m going on strike
I’m not going to work
I’m not falling in love
I’m not getting hurt
Time with you was like the flu
All I remember was the heat
Won’t somebody google you
The glory days of your youth?
It’s got to be painful knowing
It never gets better for you than high school
So, hold your breath
And blow the eyelash
And wish yourself some inner peace
If you blow me a kiss
I’ll flip you off
Because the whole town knows our story
And a cold brew tastes better than you
So, I swear to God I’m done dwelling
Tonight we’ll stay out late
Drinking with pretty girls
To erase your memories
So where is my alcohol now?
This worlds a headache that just won’t quit
And we’ll stay out late
Drinking with pretty girls
Tomorrow’s the best you’ve ever felt
Feeling like shit
