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if you shot emotions
like you shot hoops
you'd have half a chance
but the flying cards
won't save you
they've teamed up with love

justifications on those nasty habits
we see what we want
nothing's reality after seven
those moves of yours
well, they're just another distraction
from the reality i seek

this may not be the rest of my life
but at times i wish it was
you're the one thing i can hold close
without it falling apart
partly because i never had you at all

these was never a cooler prep than you
not saying you were cool in the first place
the less and three feeling
was drowning out the spirit you never day
she reckons you like me or are gay as hell
not in the synonym of shitty

she doesn't know what we do
the after effects of everything i never did
and everything you tried to accomplish
by leaving to a different school building
never came as we both expected
an unsigned, unspoken agreement in body language

that lost cause
was the thing that kept me on the council
should have realized it was truly lost
those funky hat songs kept me sane
when i looked at those glances that tore me apart

this broke-back prison
is seriously derranged
but it has a point to the fact that
the grammar nazi's slipped and failed
though the psychology's not in the baskebtall
you've got that messed up, kid