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letra de privacy settings - stacked like pancakes

i don’t even know where to start
i’m a 25-year-old kid with a broken heart
and once again i’m depending on my
art to take my heart and patch it up
and it’s no way to live my life i know
eyes down, hunched over in my own
picking up each piece as another falls
like a child chasing handfuls of tennis b-lls
probably some videos somewhere that i saw if i recall
when i was searching the world wide web
an adventure finding who i am inside
depressed, i need some help i guess
i went to a faraway land to see a magical wizard
and i said “please, oh magical wizard impart your wisdom unto me”
and you know what he said?
did you try turning it off and on again?
just a reminder that that’s the world we live in
and i think that i need to adjust my settings

i can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
i’m blind, you done burned my iris out
and i won’t deny i’m a fool, that’s right
so why don’t we all just go outside?

i almost k!lled myself in high school
excommunicated from my friends for being uncool
got cheated on, just like my mom
and my adolescent life crumbled
those things carry less weight now, believe me
but whenever i meet someone new i start to unweave
setting the dinner table for myself and all my demons
sometimes when i rhyme i forget about the reason
the truth is, i waited too long to write this
i know that, i know this, i hate that i’m like this
this isn’t the same hocus-pocus language i’m writing
most people don’t know that i’m hurting, but fighting
and i won’t lie, there are times i wanted to give up
sometimes i feel like this music is all i’m made of
i’m still not sure if i love myself enough
but i need to love others too

i can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
i’m blind, you done burned my iris out
and i won’t deny i’m a fool, that’s right
so why don’t we all just go outside?

outside, outside seems pretty unwise
why’d i ever go where the sun’s bright
wide-eyed, i used to be wide-eyed and bushy-tailed
a goody-two-shoes with no clue, i could’ve failed
but now i melt like a crayon under a ray gun
i’m an elf at santa’s workshop trying to make fun
but i make fun of myself by existing on this planet
comparisons that people enjoy, i’m the barefoot bandit
there’s been a better day
there’s been a better year for crying anime tears
i float my boat on oceans of my deepest fears
i’ve been accused by lovers of appearing insincere
i’ve been the used and been the user but it isn’t clear
which side of the divide i’m on here
cheer me up, see my pupil in the light
it’s like being born again at night

i can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
i’m blind, you done burned my iris out
and i won’t deny i’m a fool…
i can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
i’m blind, you done burned my iris out
and i won’t deny i’m a fool, that’s right
so why don’t we all just go outside?
i can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
i’m blind, you done burned my iris out
and i won’t deny i’m a fool, that’s right
so why don’t we all just go outside?

- stacked like pancakes

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