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• Artiste: Max Bemis and the Painful Splits
• Titre: Lowman
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I'm bad at being me I sweat and shake profusely when I see A girl I like I'd rather ride a bike I push it off on God Expect him to solve everything And sit right on my ass As clouds and minutes pass And I fade away I fade away I'm bad at making love I think I've never made it quite at all And I dress like a stupid, stinking mess I care what people think I teeter on the brink And I fall off Hooked on drinks and nasty cancer sticks I'm bad at making friends Alone in my apartment That I call my department 'Cause it's a depressing apartment The devil knows me well He's guided me through several living hells It's ironic that I'm becoming slightly thick As I fade away I fade away Another in a chain Of self important manic singer, songwriter refrains Another lonely Jew Who thinks the pen can battle all the guns they draw at you But its only if you Na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na I'm bad at writing songs Post-progressive punk rock sing-alongs They're not apt To sell my plastic ass What do they lack? That they somehow relate to me Then forget me in a year Like a love once held so dear And I'll fade away I'll fade away I fade away I'll fade away