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Don't you dare… Speak someone you don't know.
          
They'll feel it in the back of their throat.
   
We know I can't construct a poem,

Cause words like girls get bored and run
           
C'est la vie, I say "I've got so many better things"
             
I've got nothing, you should see me,
                       
I smoke myself to sleep.

                      
And blame postmodern things I can't relate,

Like summer camp and coastal states.
       
Like alcohol and coffee beans.

Dance floors and magazines.
  
I think its safe to say I've only got myself to blame
                 
But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,

Taking pictures of themselves.

         

             
And so I walk the web in search of love,

But always seem to end up stuck.
       
I'm finding flaws in everyone.

I've reached the point where all I want,
       
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.
           
We are parallel lines we’re running in circles,

We're never meant to cross.


           
I'm at a loss, you were my tangerine,


My pussycat, my trampoline.
        
Now alls I get are wincing cheeks,

And dog problems, I signed a lease.

Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park.
              
Instead I broke a girl’s heart,

And flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started.


                                                                                         
Can you hear me? Are you listening? This is the sound of my heart breaking.
                                                                                  
And I hope it's entertaining, Cause for me it’s a bitch. Was it worth it?
                                                                             
When you slept with him? Did you get it all out of your system?


                                                                                   
I am a man, Holding it all, I couldn’t breath, Comming across, I didn’t know
[ch]Am[/ch-----------------------------------------|                [ch]B[/ch]---------
I couldn’t give u------------uu--------------------|up

                                  
B is for believing you'd always be here for me.

E is for everything, even when we see it though.

C, c is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me

To A because, because, you always run away.


        
I never finish phrases, I misspell.

Open arms are prison cells.
  
When I said, "I hate what I've become"

I lied, I hated who I was.
   
So when you start to wonder 'bout the pain in my throat,
                                                                                 
                                                               
Then don't you ever, no never, ever, speak for someone you don't know.