This year, everyone I know moved to Philadelphia or Chicago, and I wonder if it's worth it all...are you that bored or are you just boring? And I never listened to those records anyway. I never read the books on these shelves. Just keep pretending that this is who you want to be. Just keep on lying to yourself. You can prime yourself on Cometbus, learn your convictions from your new friends. But you can't change who you really are. I'm gonna be hear until we're sinking. And I never wanted a revolution anyway. I never cared enough to try. You'd run forever is you thought it meant something, and no one would ever ask you why. Is there nothing left worth writing for?
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