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#1
3rd and Main (brand new)

Let's keep this secret, you, me, and the stars,
to sit on the old railroad tracks,
we won't think about hearts,
or friends, we'll just watch the cars as they drive past,

we've got 16 minutes and a night full of lies,
broken bottles and a room full of eyes,
so we'll sing, (we'll sing),

We aren't cool or rich, but we set the trends,
Try and relax, hope this never ends,
'cuz cloudless nights are rare,
They don't turn out the lights for nothing,

but I couldn't prepare,
this is our last summer (our last summer),
by now we're just waiting, (for winter),
and our lives to be over, so let's sing,
to humid nights, to friends, to endless toasts we wish would never end,

we've got 16 minutes and a night full of lies,
broken bottles and a room full of eyes,
so we'll sing, (we'll sing),

In the morning, with hangovers and hopes,
we'll dream to clear skies,
and pray for clear heads,
'cuz there's no light, but for what's streaming from eyes,
on tv we'll sit to watch our lives,
in stereotype and sin,
we'll raise our glasses and ask one more time,
for these days of our lives,

We aren't cool or rich, but we set the trends,
so just try and relax, hope this never ends,
'cuz cloudless nights are rare,
They don't turn out the lights for nothing,

This is a feeling I've been saving for someone special,
these are the notes I've been hoarding for something special,
This is a feeling I've been saving for someone special,
these are the notes I've been hoarding for something special,
This is the feeling, this is the feeling

(It's only highschool, It's only highschool,
it's only highschool, It's only highschool),

[We aren't cool or rich, but we set the trends,
just try and relax, hope this never ends,
'cuz cloudless nights are rare, They don't turn out the lights for nothing],

It's only highschool, it's only highschool, it's only highschool,
it's only the rest of our lives...



"Inside a Harbor Where Our Thoughts Are Like Ships: Anchored Down With No Hope of Ever Being Set Free." (Eisly)

Let's all jump in the harbor,
And hit the water at the same time.
See if we can break the anchor lines
Tying down the ships
So the water will pour out,
And we'll be left with a useless dam.

Maybe if you can hold back
The froth swirling back and forth,
Between gaping holes,
You can stop, and listen, and grow.
But everytime they kiss it sounds like
White noise.
White noise.
Static snow falls with a peculiar grace,
And why is it that we have to find art in everything?
For once can't we say it like it really is:
A forged attempt at being something special,
Capsulizing feeling.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.