like summer camp and costal states
like alcohol and coffee beans
dance floors and magazines
I think it's safe to say I've only got myself to blame
but boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down
taking pictures of themselves
I never finish phrases, I misspell
open arms are prison cells
when I said "I hate what I've become"
I lied, I hate who I was
so when you start to wonder
about the pain in my throat
then you ever, no ever, ever speak
for someone you don't know
Dog Problems - The Format
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