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yr poetry - i swear i swear i swear (its all bullshit) lyrics

getting to the hour i get trouble leaving
forgot which pocket i put my keys in
she says she can’t dance when the floor is heaving
but everyone’s got that song they believe in
i know they’ve won awards, but alla them songs are the same three chords (and it’s bullsh+t.)

stay for a while cos my will is broken
stay in the smoking cell just choking
stay till the end cos you’ve lost yr token
stare at the corridor floor just hoping
i don’t care where it hits, i just want it to hurt
it’s bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t. (bullsh+t bullsh+t)
bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t. (bullsh+t bullsh+t)

stare at the corridor just hoping
stare at thе floor like it’s damian’s ocean
sober you sees that his mеtaphor’s broken
but drunk you just wants a moment
i don’t care where it hits, i just want it to hurt

it’s bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t. (bullsh+t bullsh+t)
bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t. (bullsh+t bullsh+t)

(i went to yr house and woke up seventeen years later, wearing the same clothes, i vomited rainbow road and we fell thru the black on the side of the tracks and also then you swapped my arms out for wings.)

i couldn’t tell you what yr dream means
i couldn’t even tell you where i put my house keys
the song’s sold a million but you think yr the only
a floor full of extroverts and everyone’s lonely
i don’t care where it hits, i just want it to hurt

it’s bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t. (bullsh+t bullsh+t)
bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t, bullsh+t. (bullsh+t bullsh+t)

it’s all bullsh+t. just a performance. like the way singers manipulate their audience. she’s like: pardon your french. but it won’t make a difference. they only speak roadman round these ends, and this song won’t make no new friends

- yr poetry lyrics

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