Freemasons from Montauk by Secret Plot to Destroy the Entire Universe

You’re out late starting fist fights against highway lines tonight, and I’m here waging wars against myself. If there’s one thing that I’m sure of, it’s we’re not proud of anything. And there’s nothing we could ever do to help. I’ll fool myself by thinking that this song could remedy this disillusioned feeling that we’re lost. But empty picture frames and these cold flannel sheets remind me there’s no reason behind this melody. So wait, just wait, wait for this whole world to thaw. Despite everything I said, I’ve still got reason to believe that this year might be better than the last. It’s been a long December and I can barely shake this cold. So we’ll sit here in this parking lot and watch the cars fly past.

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• post-hardcore
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