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Flat Beer

from Storm Season by High Seas

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lyrics

I'm not really one for keeping track
but I'll remember everyone that's turned their
back on me
and I'm so damn tired.
'Cause I surround myself with half killed beers
and half ass friends over these wasted years.
Over these wasted years.


I can't get rid of the taste of flat beer and cigarettes
I have a massive fear of finding out
I'm worth nothing.
'Cause eventually I'll probably be just
another unanswered message on your phone
I should probably get used to the feeling of being
alone.
You know those stars in your eyes
wouldn't shine so fucking bright
If you'd just turn around to see the pile of dust
that you left behind.
And now i'm left staring at a brick wall
can't find the words to justify it at all
sat around waiting for a phone call
that's never gonna come.
I'm a mess, 'cause it's hard to see clear
when you're stressed
And this weight won't leave my chest.
But nothings ever perfect so there's nothing i'll
accept.

I'm not really one for keeping track
but I'll remember everyone that's turned their
back on me
(Back on me)
and I'm so damn tired.
'Cause I surround myself with half killed beers
and half ass friends over these wasted years.
Over these wasted years.
These wasted years.

Twenty years gone and nothing feels right
Toronto winters got me trapped inside.
I can't even get out of bed to turn on the light.
So I'll (I'll) Just (Just) sit here (Just sit here)
writing songs with a couple of friends singing
"I don't know what i'm doing with my life"

And no matter how you put it
you think I'm fucking worthless.
Ya no matter how you put it
you just think i'm fucking worthless.

I'm not really one for keeping track
but I'll remember everyone that's turned their
back on me
and I'm so damn tired.
'Cause I surround myself with half killed beers
and half ass friends over these wasted years.
Over these wasted years.
These wasted years.

And no matter how you put it
you just think I'm fucking worthless.
Ya no matter how you put it
you just think i'm fucking worthless.

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from Storm Season, released May 23, 2014

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