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The Feeling

The Feeling

(album: Surviving The Suburbs - 2018)

See I'd no love for the suburbs
Thought we were scum
Only concerned with getting drunk
And took all our privilege and all of the money
Drove it all down to the local dump
And pissed it all away
But we all laughed it off
Like she said something dumb
Way to serious for twenty-one
Got all the time in the world
Now it's time to have fun
Who's she to say when we're hiding from

But it haunts me everyday
For all the great nights, I can't remember one
It haunts me everyday
For all the great nights, all I remember

Is staring up at the ceiling
When my mind starts unreeling
Try to push past the feeling, again

And when it subsides
And the fear passes on
I go see my friends
Like nothing is wrong
I'd rather hurt myself
Than try and be strong
Fitting myself in somewhere
I dont belong

And it's just too hard to say
For all the great nights
Oh, it's just too hard to say
For all the great nights, I can't remember
It's just too hard to say
For all the great nights, all I remember

Is staring up at the ceiling
When my mind starts unreeling
Try to push past the feeling, again
The dark future revealing
Every breath that I'm stealing
Try to push past the feeling

Get her out of my head
Cause every word she said rang true
It killed my youth and changed my view
Now this bed ain't meant for sleeping
Cause it never helps me tell (helps me tell)
Anymore, nothing's the same

Cause I'm staring up at the ceiling
When my mind starts unreeling
Try to push past the feeling, again
For all the great nights, I can't remember
The dark future revealing
Every breath that I'm stealing
Try to push past the feeling
For all the great nights (for all the great nights)

Staring up at the ceiling
When my mind starts unreeling
Try to push past the feeling
For all the great nights, I can't remember
The dark future revealing
Every breath that I'm stealing
Try to push past the feeling (I can't remember)

I'm staring up at the ceiling
When my mind starts unreeling
Try to push past the feeling
For all the great nights, I can't remember one

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