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Breathe in breathe out I'm tired of holding my breath
It's been a while since I've seen this side surface feeling far from home
And distant from purpose worthless this earth is
I wished to vanish from it is it pointless or am I too stupid to take advantage of it

Isn't life more valuable than just existing
And aren't dreams more valid than just simple wishing
Force myself to listen sit in the silent golden as it may be at times

Okay, hold up

I’ll make the music if you make it look good
I don’t dance but I think that you should

Good evening's a greeting
Goodnight is farewell
Before you go introduce yourself

I screamed to God out of frustration
After another day of waking and hating the fact
That I'm still where I'm at, what's the point of all of this
'Cause I'm not seeming to find it

Is it meaningless? I search the reason behind it
Because these moments seem to drag on forever
And these years on end seem to have never been this

Everybody in the place, clear space
Tonight's the only night this night will take place
No time to waste, let's not worry about time
Stop the clock, it's fine, keep it at nine
I'm in the mood tonight just do the typical,
I'm in the mood tonight just follow the ritual
Even at the risk of being dissed the base of ridicule,
Pessimists be dismissed, there's no room for the cynical

Let's get it done right
Everybody in the place
Is welcome tonight
So let's run the night

Hot coffee keep me awake for goodness sake
It's late and now I'm feeling it, I've got so much on the mind
With the need to unwind, leave the day behind

What’s round on the ends and high in the middle?
(Ohio)
I’m leaving to maximize my potential
U Haul rental packed full of the essentials
Confidence check, yes, I’m feeling special

Let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it started
Someday I’ll be your favorite artist

Oh buddy the freaks come out at night
Till they can no longer afford to socialize
Ha, I left the party early
What’s wrong with me?
I’m at the diner down the corner on my fifth cup of coffee
Pen in hand trying to recreate that feeling
Staring at the ceiling, make them think that your thinking
Cigarettes and aspirin