Let"s get fucked up and die.. I"m speaking figuratively, of course.. Like the last time that I committed suicide.. social suicide.. Yeah, so I"m already dead on the inside, But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,


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I have learned to love the lie. I wanna know what it"s like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent. I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong, And I need to get strong, and if memory serves, I"m addicted to words and they"re useless. (In this department) Let"s get fucked up and die.. I"m riding hard on the last lines of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode, I"m about to explode. I"m a mess, I"m a wreck. I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings, Cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept. I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.. And all the things that don"t get old.. Is it legal to do this? I surely don"t know. It"s the only way I have learned to express myself
through other peoples" descriptions of life.. I"m afraid I"m alone and entirely useless... (In this department) Let"s get fucked up and die. For the last time with feeling we"ll try not to smile As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights That still shock and surprise. I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end But I choose to abuse for the time being, maybe I"ll win, but for now I"ve decided to die.
Sister soldier You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame If I could ever repay you, I would, but I"m hard up for cash And my memory lacks initiative. God damn the liquor store"s closed, we were so close to scoring it hurts, it destroys "til it kills.. I am tired and hungry and totally useless. (In this department)
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I recall listening to this song when i was a teenager.... just before me and my friend broke into the tennis club and stole all the alcohol. we left the money. sorry tennis club. good staple in my memory though.



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Well, when you"re violent, blunt, and in general feel like a monster of a person being awkward seems a lot better


This is is old and like it shows but I"m still afraid and alone and entirely useless so LETS GET FUCKED UP AND DIE


forget me nots and marigolds and other things that don"t get old, don"t get old but between one june and september you"re all i remember forget me, the promise ring, wow I have a ton of respect for motion city now.




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it"s 2017 and I"m sitting in my room letting this play while I do my hair. this song just brings back so many memories in my life. this song is amazing and I love it so much. I haven"t heard this since like when I was 15. I"m 17 and I was going through my old history and I found this and now it"s my new favorite song. I"m going to stop talking about my life


it strikes me as odd that things that seem aimed at teens seem to be better placed with individuals in their early twenties.