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No one knows where they’re going, they just know they want out of here badly, they’re like cigarettes dropped on the highway. They smash and scatter and burn out somewhere else without know.
I’ve got my grandmother’s veins in the back of my hands and just a hint of a South Philly accent. I was born here and I’ll probably die here.
This town has got lies to tell, I’ll wait around and hear you out but I can’t keep from digging up these bones forever at least for now, I’ll settle down. I’ll try to find some solid ground, I lost my footing trying to get home last winter.
Growing up means watching my heroes turn human in front of me, the songs we wrote at eighteen seem shortsighted and naive so when the weather breaks I’ll put my hoodie up over my face, I won’t run away, run away. As fucked as this place got, it made me, me.
(Source: bitten-kitten)
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Stranger- Noah and the Whale
“All in a year,
It’s gonna be better,
and all in a year,
I’m gonna be happy.”
