Song 3 from Happyland by Locater

Push another knife into my stomach
Make it hurt
Highways, Southern 90
Heavy eyelids in the works
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But I can’t get away
A fragile glass to break
With all the imagined morals
I’ve grown up with to imitate
Distant
Rhetorical and flavoured like a bee sting
Those morals
Never stopping on reds
I’ll disorient and fly a little close to the glass
‘til the ground gets the better half
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I’ll give you that
And pretend I’m better
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Breathe from your mouth
Cut the power out like a slasher film
Leave don’t look down
Rat River’s dry It takes hours to drown
Guess we’ll put the records on
And move around the house
But I don’t know anymore
Breathe from your mouth
Slash tires with loose teeth around
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Not there
I’m in and out of everything at once
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Pace around the drive until it's 3 am again
Cursing out the neighbors
I’m a misstep away from death (it’s in my head)
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But I don’t want to run it sideways
Look at the time waste
We spent together
Of all things, I stayed you left
I hardly drive safe when on highways
Called another tough day
Hit record then slept
(The faucet won’t shut off
Even after all of this, the TV’s left on)

• Punk
• alternative rock
• emo
• grunge
• Winnipeg