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denace - broken lyrics

[intro – denace]
yeah, there’s two kinds of people today
there’s happy people
and there’s people like me

you think you know me, please
you have no idea
you think my life is great
sh-t, i cover up the [tears]

[chorus]
we don’t
go back
this time
for a place to call my own
for a place that i call home

we don’t
go back
this time
for a place to call my own
for a place that i call home

[verse 1 – denace]
where the f-ck are you at, spence?
pick up the phone
you haven’t called back since-
i’m feeling alone
you got a girl now?
forgetting your close friends?
feeling hopeless, just so you know this
i’m ’bout to dose benzos
through dead go [?]
bent over the bed, no (ugh)
nevermind that, bro
tips me over the edge, yo
my chest needs a less load
depressed, not knowing what’s next though
i keep smoking
i know soon i’ll have a heart attack
the last cancer stick, that crushed the camel’s back
and now i’m drinking and drivin’
tears fillin’ my eyes
i should crash under these vanilla skies
concealing these feelings
but it’s killing myself
you were always one of the few
willing to help
but lately you don’t respond when i hit up your cell
my tank needs a fill-up stranded in the pits of this h-ll

[chorus]
we don’t
go back
this time
for a place to call my own
for a place that i call home

we don’t
go back
this time
for a place to call my own
for a place that i call home

[verse 2 – dispencery7]
seven missed calls
please stop hittin’ this cell
all this dude does is complain
it’s giving me h-ll
i know sometimes he’s trapped
and he’s feeling in jail
but that don’t mean he gotta bring me to that prison as well
oh, another call? now i’m truly just p-ssed
decline, decline, decline, you’re stupid as sh-t
we were supposed to be there for the fans
make music i think
but when we hang, all you do is just drink

you got me chain smoking
that’s not cool with my health
want to give up on music
when i’d even do it myself
sick of leading this life
best friend’s seein’ a dead end
to get a piece of this pie
the key is bein’ a legend
but all he sees is depression
so i’m guessing it’s over
if you admire em’ so much
then why ain’t you gettin’ sober?
it’s time to clean out the closet
and act like a soldier
f-ck it, whatever, i’m comin’ over

[chorus]
we don’t
go back
this time
for a place to call my own
for a place that i call home

we don’t
go back
[this time
for a place to call my own
for a place that i call home]

[dialog – denace]
spencer! (phone dialing, ringing) dammit! pick up the phone man!
c’mon please, (pill bottles shaking in the background) pick up the phone, please pick up the phone
i can’t take this sh-t no more man, please
yo, just answer this one time, bro (answering machine picks up)
f-ck!
can’t take this sh-t no more (beeeeep!)

[verse 3 – denace]
(ugh) really? another voicemail you sent me to
i guess this is my goodbye, i’ma end it too
i can’t stop thinkin’ about the bitter truth
i hate this rap sh-t now, spence, it’s pitiful
i quit it too, finished, done, i’m miserable
reached my wits end
f-ck the world, diggin’ through…

- denace lyrics

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