[FONT="Century Gothic"]Itchy Poopzkid

LYRICALLY HAPPY

When all you feel is wasted
and no change in sight.
No plans for revolution,
even the words don’t come out right.

na na na na na na na na na

But not now, not with me.
I feel good, I feel free.
I’m right here, I’m alive.
I’m singing 1,2,3, ...FIVE

I’m gonna set the world on fire to kill the silence in my head
I’m gonna set the world on fire and put some noise up there instead.
And I won’t be coming home.
No, I won’t be coming home ever again.

Discourage and depression
are weighing on my mind.
Don’t know which way to go now,
even the words are hard to find.



Itchy Poopzkid

BACK TO `82

Even now as I write this down, still I can hear the sound
of pleasure and dismay.

It seems so long ago. The days that we both know,
two lifetimes far from grey.

I think of all those dreams and all our time spent.

City lights turn black and white as we grow older.
Memories of what we pleased are getting colder.
`Til I die, I wish that I will fade away with you
back to `82.

The moods which we’ve been in are showing up again.
A friendship lost in time.

The schoolyard and the broken bus, even sidewalks felt like home for us.
That’s what we left behind.

The times you laughed, the times you cried because of me.
All your advice I couldn’t stand, i screamed and you screamed back at me.
But this is gone, we’re back as one and it feels like a family.
When I’m away take this as my apology.



Rise Against

SWING LIFE AWAY


Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Swing life away [x4]
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