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We will never ever go out on the weekends, just embrace each other to Netflix, and if that’s sorry, baby I’m sorry to you.
We’ll never answer phone calls from our best friends, everyone else is just excessive, and if that’s healthy, baby I’m unhealthy to you.
You wanna pack it all and run, and while that sounds like fun, I’d rather sleep alone in my own bed tonight
Because I don’t run on love or affection, I run on the tasks Ive been given to do
You’re afraid of sex and everything is second best and you haven’t figured out how to be affectionate, I know, it gets confusing.
What’s the point in pets? You get attached and they die, you get bummed and it makes you realize that this is temporary.
What you make won’t mean anything next year, it’s temporary.

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from These Times Weren't Made For You 7", released June 8, 2013

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Warm Thoughts (Formerly Dad Punchers) Los Angeles, California

Rocking Roll band formerly called "Dad Punchers"

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