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The Obituaries - The Menzingers
We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up new york city
From the rooftop in brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti
And then I let a thousand splinters
Pierce right through my spoiled liver
Whatever that was left of it
Cause I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery
Maybe I'm not dying I'm just living in decaying cities
But I'm still healthy I'm still fine
I'll be spending all my time reading the obituaries
But I will f**k this up
I f**king know it
I will f**k this up
I f**king know it
I will f**k this up
I f**king know it
I will f**k this up
I f**king know it
Cause I am the shadow of the wax wing slave
I felt the buzz issued from window panes
I am just freaking out yeah I'll be fine
But I will f**k this up
I f**king know it
I will f**k this up
I f**king know it
I will f**k this up
I f**king know it
I will f**k this up
I f**king know it