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My mother used to tell me I was handsome.
I shrugged it off, I shrugged it off.
My father used to sit me on the very same knee,
the very same knee, the one that played that joke on me.
My conscious has no boredom,
I will recite words in order,
to sing you a tune,
to sing you a tune,
it's a melodic string of notes,
you'll let me play it for you.
But are you listening?
Did I forget my youth?
Have I devalued that tooth?
The one that brought me new shoes.
Or have I dismembered my past,
as I was sitting in class?
Made those kids so jealous of how I did my math.
What can I say?
My bike still hangs from spokes inside my father's garage,
and I bet he thinks I forgot.
He thinks I forgot.
Imagine where I'd be if friends replaced family,
a porcelain doll, top shelf with books and magazines.
My consious has no boredom,
I will recite words in order,
but what do they mean?
What do they mean?
'Cause they mean nothing if this means nothing to me.
They mean nothing if this means nothing to me.
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from
The Hopeless EP,
released November 23, 2008
Copyright Joey Stasio, 2008
Copyright Keenan Gaynor, 2008
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