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I'd rather stick knives in my eyes
than live here all my life
I'm calling Hail Mary plays on my high school days
In the hopes that they'll be driven away

Chorus: Gray skies, grayer thoughts
I thought you missed me but you did not
I watch the cars that hold empty souls
Driving down emptier roads
I think we're forgiven

From the soil we came and of the soil we're laid
It's up to us to find the dirt that we call home
This place is a kiddie pool of piss and tears
But we don't know any better

I appreciate that you raised me to be
Whatever it is I am now
From your dead grass shacks to your four-car garages
What I once was, your re-imagined mirages
Your catacombs of fear to your shrines for nothing
I'll take what you gave and try to build you something
Everyone wants to leave, but they don't know what's coming
I just hope you know that I love you

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from You Will Miss Everything Cool, released May 10, 2012

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