Young Hearts Beat Stupid

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Like they did

Funny, I'm still a kid


Hypochondriac Heart (2)


His heart was never broken but it took some time to heal

He never felt anything, but he thought it felt real

As the tears roll out for no reason

He feels his feelings committed treason

And riding on the bus, looking out the window

The sadder you look, the more people don't know

That's just how it always is

That's how it always goes


His heart wasn't broken but he had to pick up pieces

He figured his feelings sucked him out like leeches

As he found his efforts were becoming worthless

He sat still trying to find a purpose

And riding on the bus, hoping they'll shut up

He thought that everyone talks too much

He shouted: "I can't shut up all my thoughts"

But his head it was always empty

And his brain was tied up in a knot


And sitting alone

He made loneliness his home

It's ok, it's how it always ever goes

He wishes his heart could be a piece of art

But, for not reason, it all fell apart

Hypochondriac heart

He doesn't know how to restart.


If it has the Word Adolescence in it it's Probably Dumb (3)


We stayed up all night talking about our lives

Yeah, it's safe to call it small talk that quickly died

And I stayed up with you because I know you cried

But for all my life, neither of us knew why

And it's an adolescent reminiscence like we have nostalgia

Childhood slips past by our own slippery fingers

Late nights, dumb things, yeah we're just kids

Everyone's going crazy, and we're all ready a bit

Something's in our brains and were sensitive to pain

Something tells me I'll die young and I will die in vain.


And fear of sleep deprivation keeps me up at night

I gathered my own carcass and said I was alright

I'm too young to feel this way, everyone said the same thing

Say, "We're so old now, life's going fine, I'm so unique"

Everyone was numb, but they still felt the pain

Of feeling you should feel something, well it all feels the same.

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