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The Outside
04:44
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Don't confuse our freedom for arrogance.
We all know exactly what we want
and how we want it.
We can coexist with systematic anarchy.
If ignorance is blissful
then I've got more knowledge than I need.
Modesty is not our style.
I hope you kept your pictures from the Outside
since last we spoke you were beginning to decay.
I hope you kept your pictures from the Outside;
they'll last as long as the memories...
I took only five pictures.
(Keep them close)
Age caught up and shit its pants
in front of me for me to clean.
The anxiety grows and fills the hole
where adventure left its chasm.
(Hold on tight)
I wish I smiled more,
owned the moment,
thought more than just a year ahead
all in the name of productive fun.
Brush it off; it all worked out.
Then why does it feel like it's not enough?
I hope you're taking care of your pictures.
Keep them close.
Brush it off; keep them close.
Goodbye forever;
the future calls out to me constantly.
Let it go, the writing's been trite.
Brush it off, keep moving them closer.
Nothing but complaints for yourself.
I hope you kept your pictures from the Outside
since last we spoke you were beginning to decay.
I hope you kept your pictures from the Outside;
they'll last as long as the memories don't fade.
(Do you look better? Do you feel better?
Modesty is not our style.)
(Waste away with us.
We'll speak and sing of times we loved so fondly.
Break ties with every shred
of feeling left;
it's not in our nature to recollect.)
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Time used to mean plenty of chances
to make bad choices
and you'd make too many to count
but you'd always learn.
That's fine pre-twenty-one
but you're always reminded
that every second after is less fun.
You can feel youth die.
A shade passing over your eyes.
You can feel youth die.
A switch flipped in your mind.
One day you'll wake up,
the kids won't feed themselves
and it's all on you to make do
with what you've got.
It's always more depressing to write about
then living it out.
Nothing prepares you for the after part
of the sounds you make.
The world still turns and turns
not waiting for anyone to be ready.
What is perceived as time lost
never aligns itself with your foolish plans
and if you think for a moment you can coast
you've already disappointed yourself.
Some day you'll wake up
you've realized all the kids are fucked
and it's all on you.
Now make do with what you've got.
It's always depressing to think about
and I don't want to live it out
when the after part comes
and all your questions are
left unanswered.
I can't do it all over
and I wouldn't with the chance.
Most moments seem hopeless
for a pessimist at first glance.
I hope you've kept your pictures from the Outside.
Keep your pictures from the Outside.
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