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Correct The Boy Considers His Haircut Lyrics
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Correct The Boy Considers His Haircut
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[Verse 1] My dad says that I’d probably have more fans If I could learn to sing about some happier shit Instead of wallowing in my shortcomings My gross insecurities, be less narcissistic Maybe show some humility [Verse 2] My mom sighs “wow” from under her breath She wonders how the hell I can live like this My shelf life, it expired months ago But I keep tricking the ones I claim to love into these situations [Chorus] Like I’m walking backwards, these wasted years I’m walking backwards, these wasted years And still nobody knows my name My shitty songs, or my chubby face I want to know how to be okay Do the things that people do to find a home in the end [Verse 3] 'Cause I’ve lived my whole life so afraid of getting hurt That I’ve never really been hurt And the best I can hope is to zone out in a room Full of people that I don’t know On a hospital bed, is that too obvious? I can say I want to heal, I can say I want to change But really [Bridge] Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better I want to come through and not be second guessed I want to find the money to fix my nose And learn to breathe without pacing I don’t want to be depressed I want to find a haircut that fits me That hasn’t been co-opted by Nazis I’ll settle for some rest, I want to move on I want to feel more important I’m trying to be fine I swear I’m trying to be my best [Bridge] Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better I want to come through and not be second guessed I want to find the money to fix my nose And learn to sing without pacing I don’t want to be depressed I want to find a haircut that fits me That hasn’t been stolen by Nazis I’ll settle for some rest, I want to move on I want to feel more important I’m trying to be fine I swear I’m trying to be my best [Chorus] I’m walking backwards, these wasted years I’m walking backwards, these wasted years And still nobody knows my name My shitty songs, or my chubby face I want to know how to be okay Do the things that people do to find a home in the end
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