Texty: The Weakend. Quincy Archer Hates You.

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This is not a test
and i've grown rediculously fond of pissing all my good ideas away.
It's like a prostitute, you better walk away.
We had big plans for this small town
We canceled our plans to go downtown
and at this point my planner's smaller than my life ambitions.

Take this anesthetic
You look beautifuly pathetic.
We've both been so tempermental
you know that's no coincidance.
It's like chalking the shadows
predicting exactly what happens next
so thank the lord you've made it this far

I'll take the train to the next station
for the taste of new found freedom.
I blink hard as i slip through the small cracks
Convince myself i won't look back
but i've got unfinished business

My daily planner's filled with names
of the hits that i missed and got away.
but this time i'm gritting my teeth
just to let it go

This is not a test
and i've grown rediculously fond of pissing all my cares and worries away.
It's just a substitute to lead my mind astray.
Home is where the heart is
so i must belong on your sleeve.
Home is where the blood stains the sheets.

I'll burn the bed to make a point
Took a vow to disappoint
raise the bets
tape cassettes
i think we have some work to do

I blink hard as i slip through the small cracks
Convince myself i won't look back
but i've got unfinished business.
my daily planner's filled with names
of the hits that i missed and got away.
but this time i'm gritting my teeth
just to let it go
just let it go.

i'll burn the bed to make a point
took a vow to disappoint
raise the bets
tape cassettes
i think we have some work to do
i think we have some work to do
yeah, i think we have some work to do