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You don't have to be Pete Wentz to feel like Pete Wentz
2 ReviewsIt's a state of mind.
One's words smell like slept-in sheets
they're lived in
like a home
your friends and your slaves
just like dogs
But some are rubbled houses
corpses of all the people
that you never really knew
gunshots that kill
without a bullet
and every time they're sung
put a reminding thorn
into the author's side
And I don't know what to tell you
because I'm not sure
if you want to be proven wrong
or found red-handed
called out on your crime and penanced
to think yourself worthy
of what
you've actually accomplished
Maybe
we just need to be told it's fine
it's over now
they're lived in
like a home
your friends and your slaves
just like dogs
But some are rubbled houses
corpses of all the people
that you never really knew
gunshots that kill
without a bullet
and every time they're sung
put a reminding thorn
into the author's side
And I don't know what to tell you
because I'm not sure
if you want to be proven wrong
or found red-handed
called out on your crime and penanced
to think yourself worthy
of what
you've actually accomplished
Maybe
we just need to be told it's fine
it's over now
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