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by Bad Head

Advertisements bother me. It’s both the principle and that they’re rarely clever.
Genre: Rock: Sadcore
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Mr. Happy
13:33 $1.00
2. Not Good Enough
5:55 $1.00
3. Songs Don't Help
4:13 $1.00
4. Famous Blue Raincoat
4:14 $1.00
5. I Dick Around
4:20 $1.00
6. Hole
2:26 $1.00
7. What's with This Guy Putting Origami Everywhere
2:33 $1.00
8. Distilled Spirit
3:49 $1.00
9. Primal Joy of a Child
2:06 $1.00
10. Jesus Take the Wheelchair
4:14 $1.00
11. Scheming
2:52 $1.00
12. You Can't Imagine
6:43 $1.00
13. In a Dream
4:02 $1.00
14. I, Etc.
6:32 $1.00
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Album Notes
All eyes on me
No eyes on me
I am creaking on the floorboards, I am about to crash right through the floor and ruin everything for everyone and everyone can tell, they’re all staring
No one is staring no one is watching I could leave for weeks without anyone noticing and I couldn’t make a sound no matter how hard I tried
My sister talked over me about nothing, she went on and on, it not only did some real psychological damage but it was always so boring
There’s a whole world outside your head
Nobody needs me
Everyone hates me
Some people like me
But nobody needs me
Whether I’m here or not doesn’t make a difference
No one makes a difference
But I’m me so I feel it most
I guess everyone feels like this
I guess I’m no different from anyone else
I guess I just lie on the floor crying for attention
I guess I like feeling sorry for myself
Therapy is story time
Time to talk about me
I relish it
My parents are paying someone to hear me talk about myself
I can hone all my stories
I can perfect myself
Advertisements bother me
It’s both the principle and that they’re rarely clever
I guess if you’re clever you wouldn’t spend your life writing advertisements
I was supposed to love 2001: A Space Odyssey and Apocalypse Now but the ending just went on and on and it didn’t make any sense
It didn’t make any sense
I can tell when things make sense
But they didn’t make any sense
I was gonna have a really nice yard
I was going to own a whole arrangement of assorted high quality neckties
For every possible occasion
I was real good at math and arguing
But I’m no good at talking or doing what I’m told
And I am a disappointment to everyone who had hope for me
And I am the fulfillment of the prophecy of everyone who hoped against me
I didn’t treat her well
I didn’t treat her nice
When she finally left I couldn’t stop crying
I thought it was proof that I loved her but I realize that I was crying for myself
No one ever taught me how to think about people
I always knew how to treat people but I was rotten at thinking of them
No one told me when to kiss her
So I didn’t
I just didn’t
And I can’t stand when something is repeated to me
But I guess I have to learn to acknowledge that I heard it the first time
There’s a whole world outside my head
I like girls name Jennifer that agree to a date and then never follow through
I am predictable and forgettable and your neck is wonderful
Check under the table no one is kicking my shin I am perfectly still
I can spend impressive amounts of time perfectly still
I can antagonize and apologize
I can be unsettling when I raise my voice
I want a love like the movies
I hope I have it in me
I want a love like the movies
I feel less and less every day
When she finally left I cried like a child whose toy was taken away
Let it drip
“She’s three months old but she looks like she could be eight months old”
You can’t imagine how I hate this



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