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Washed up or drip-dried?
It's late in life for passing time
False starts, missed marks, a broken stride
If you're fine it's fine
Stand by the nice try, or clarify if you're scraping by
Sun bleached the beach run and out of light

Does patience hurt you?
Taking steps to something small but over your head
Ancient virtues?
Greasy dudes in platitudes were never my thing
Teenage curfew?
Read the book, took the nap, and watched the rain after that
Fast food drive-thrus?
Preference is the privilege we forgot how to name
Home brew pull through?
You're all I've got to feel about from now until I'm gone
Tired tattoos?
Thinking I should grab me some to hide from the world
Asset values?
Everyone's a greedy shit; look at ‘em run, look at ‘em run!

Tried my best at being a “man” all about it
Does anybody know what that means anyway?
I guess some things are simply too hard to stand without, and others never go quite how you planned
Is that okay?
Whatever works is worth its weight in pyrite, in whether you call me up or call it a day
Still there's never been a question: we were made to go together
It's all I've ever wanted, and no, I don't want nothing to change

I don't want nothing to change

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