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I'm gonna steal a car and drive to the outer banks
Then I'll find your house and take to it with a can of spray paint
I'll write my name for every time it left your mouth
And in the hallway, you'll find me blacked out

Because I'm allergic to the fumes that spill out of your room
The lack of oxygen clouds up my judgment
Drowning in a sea of incurable irony
Shipwrecked, washed up on the beach

A long year spent will be the death of me
A baseball bat across the back of my head
Trust me, I'll be the one to follow through
To do to you what you did to me
Twice as hard, like a tree falling through the roof of your graffitied house

Because I'm allergic to the fumes that spill out of your room
The lack of oxygen clouds up my judgment
Drowning in a sea of incurable irony
Shipwrecked, washed up on the beach

If I'm telling the truth
I'll end up like I always do
Talking big but never following through
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I'm gonna steal a car and drive to the outer banks
Then I'll find your house and take to it with a can of spray paint
I'll write my name for every time it left your mouth
And in the hallway, you'll find me blacked out

Because I'm allergic to the fumes that spill out of your room
The lack of oxygen clouds up my judgment
Drowning in a sea of incurable irony
Shipwrecked, washed up on the beach

A long year spent will be the death of me
A baseball bat across the back of my head
Trust me, I'll be the one to follow through
To do to you what you did to me
Twice as hard, like a tree falling through the roof of your graffitied house

Because I'm allergic to the fumes that spill out of your room
The lack of oxygen clouds up my judgment
Drowning in a sea of incurable irony
Shipwrecked, washed up on the beach

If I'm telling the truth
I'll end up like I always do
Talking big but never following through
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Writer: Ben Briles
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