Who hasn't written a thousand pages of bullshit
in search of one line of brilliance?
Who hasn't needed a thousand conversations
just to find the right words?
Penning words down on paper just to see
if somewhere contained in there
is the way that I actually think
And I've got some shitty stories,
but at least they're all true,
and that's the way I'd rather live.
And believe me, I'm aware that I may fall short of "inspired,"
but I'm just trying to figure out how my head got so fucked.
And music is Frank Turner's substitute for love,
but music is my substitute for a psychiatrist.
So let's go out and sing along to all the songs that we grew up on
and drink until we're drunk enough to say dumb shit to strangers
like it's all that matters to us
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