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i never got why uncle ray’s put
chapters of their story on the back of their bags
the only time i eat them is when i’m stoned
i’m way too busy eating to read
i never got why straight couples feel so
tempted to hold hands in public
it seems so excessive and annoying
we don’t care about you
i think i’m losing my sanity
because i didn’t get enough sleep
my roommate stopped by in the
middle of the night to collect his things
i never got why snapbacks are worn
backwards how does that protect your
eyes from the harmful uv rays
you look like an asshole
i never got why men wear axe
after they graduate middle school
does anybody actually think the musk
smells even remotely decent
i think i’m losing my sanity
because i didn’t get enough sleep
my roommate stopped by in the middle
of the night to collect his things
i lose confidence every time i speak
when you’re around i start to feel weak
i’m surprised you don’t know i’m a freak
or maybe you do and you don’t care to think
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as you snuck out of your house to smoke weed with your friends
you bitch and moan about your parent who doesn’t understand
the ceiling of your best friend’s car sinks in and you don’t know why
and the stereo starts blasting while you begin to cry
"i don’t think i’ll ever like myself
and i don’t see the problem"
scarfing shit down you throat at 3 in the morning
you regret everything about your past and begin mourning
your friends begin to laugh at your sadness they don’t know why
the stereo blasts the same song and you begin to cry
"i don’t think i’ll ever like myself
and i don’t see the problem"
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we just won
enough money to buy
a whole damn ox
believe it or not
we just want
enough integrity to feel like
we are strong
don’t worry we know we’re not
we are young
that’s what we like to say when we’re dumb
even though that song sucked
if you don’t think that you’re wrong
we just want
to travel to the 60s and fuck shit up
it’s what we do for fun
whether you like it or not
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i don’t really care about what you have to say
i’m too busy drinking my responsibilities away
i don’t really know what i am saying anymore
my whole existence has become such a bore
crack open some bud light limes and let’s fucking party
i stopped drinking for the shitty taste
and to forget about why i am such a disgrace
watching tv to see if i can stop thinking about
the whole damn reason i began to pout
crack open some pbrs and i’ll see you tomorrow
splitting headaches all day every day
stomachaches that tell you nothing will be okay
knives in my throat that you can play with
if you ever think that i deserve it
crack open some milwaukee’s best and forget your problems
open a bottle of soco and drive home safely
bust a 40 open and smash your face in again
pop open a bottle of champagne and forget about my existence
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6. |
escape
02:06
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you’re just looking for a place to stay
someplace far away from here
you’re just looking for a body to crawl in
a place where you wouldn’t have any fears
but if only you could escape
the monsters, they are everywhere
and the more you wait the more they creep in
waiting for your indefinite end
you’re just looking for a place to hide
somewhere you won’t be hurt
people who will always love you
and who won’t throw you in the dirt
but if only you could escape
the bastards that surround you
and the more you stand there the closer they get
to your eventual end
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Wasted Champs Athens, Ohio
photo by Cole Bellinger
RIP WC :(
Wasted Champs recommends:
defend trans punk, fuck terfs
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