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i guess I’m sorry 

i guess i stuck around too long 

waiting for your eyes to look like floodlights 

thinking they could bring me home

and i know it kills you, 

i know it kills you being sixteen 

out of place and cigarettes

with all these strangers in the backseat 

that you almost call your friends

pining for the broken sky

you hold it up alone at night

star stained pepsi cola smile 

soundtracked to the 1975