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Teenage Romance in a Fast Life

from Rough Demos from a Simpler Time by SAD

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We had reason to believe that it would always be good
We had reason to believe that it was doomed from the start
It turned out a farce

Condescending son has gone
And son is coming out for us, my son
The bus is missing must be something
In the weather's cloudy day
We just might be late

Narcoleptic networkers who park their carcass
In the market parking lot without their car keys
Waiting for the prophet's caucus to pass
What a waste of gas

Now I don't believe in Cinderella
Read the Wiki page about depression
Had another Stella
I don't want to know
How your bratty kids are doing
After being raised in private school
Who get drool on their dicks
Instead of blood on their lips
I don't really care what you say

I duck for cover when there's nothing there
I scream for help like a wood-chipped chair
I'm broken in two–maybe three–maybe four
I hit the floor

I cry in the day in the brilliant light
And I smile in the cab on a Monday night
I go and I stop, and I go and I stop
Teenage Romance in a Fast Life

Dwelling on missed kisses with the misses
Please dismiss I pissed the bliss away
Amiss with remiss from untaken risk
Has got to be good for something
But don't lie to me

Jocks in wheelchairs getting glares
Of former glory unrepaired
Just gotta walk away,
Oh wait, they can't
They think, "At least I got good hair"

We had reason to expect that forever was a virtue
We had reason to believe in a thing called "love"
What a bunch of crud
Now I don't believe in Cinderella
Read the Wiki page about depression
Had another Stella
I don't want to know
How your bratty kids are doing
After being raised in private school
Who get drool on their dicks
Instead of blood on their lips
I don't really care what you say

I duck for cover when there's nothing there
I scream for help like a wood-chipped chair
I'm broken in two–maybe three–maybe four
I hit the floor

I cry in the day in the brilliant light
And I smile in the cab on a Monday night
I go and I stop, and I go and I stop
Teenage Romance in a Fast Life

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from Rough Demos from a Simpler Time, released October 4, 2016

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Bleeding hearts from New York, NY.

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