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your guts
your nerves
fight for your words
no one will remember them
no one even recognizes you now
so you come out of the woodwork
when you need favors
from old friends
to careen off of through the weekend
you're still a refuse yard
for the years spent finding yourself
swapping those stolen ideals
like pins from your jacket
what are you called
when you don't have a name?
no one wants you or your thoughts
if it's not art, you're no artist, no
if it's not punk then you're no punk
you just get wasted alone
you're so fucked up that it just seems ordinary
to make decisions
like you won't live to regret them
so i need a thing to be next week
think i'm your new private eye
no one's seen you in or out of the shadows
it all splits apart against the blinds
where i found the drunken bets you made
a face born to split open
a place i can't say i've ever been
no i can't
i can't
what did we call it
before we knew how to sense it?
where are you now?
no one wants you or your thoughts
if it's not bought, they can't buy you, no
if it's not punk then you're no punk
you'll just get wasted alone
the world's so fucked up that it just seems ordinary
to disappear in it
fuck it all
what are you you called
when you won't have their names?
what will they call you?
nothing

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from Guts Split DJs, released June 7, 2016

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