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killing time
the t.v.'s on
with a bottle of shit
buried needle
The record player's
forgotten not to spin,
so, you're feeling useless?
Well, the bidding starts
at $19.95.
And while the survey says
'cheers and applause'
another hour dies.
Jacking off again.
40 oz in the fridge.
Have these dreams put to sleep.
So call me up
and tell me something.
I'm dying to believe.
I dunno.
I don't care.
I just sit and stare now.
I don't think.
I just listen to the drone of this old being.
(I just listen to the voice of this machine)
Friday night,
steppin out
and talkin to the same
"So, how's your family?"
"How was school?"
Conversation strain.
Force endurance
from this class.
It's 11:45.
Two more hours
lumber past and
I feel like I tried.
Fucking off again.
Talking to this bitch,
She hates me. I hate her.
So shut me up
and take me somewhere.
I'm dying to leave.
the t.v.'s on
with a bottle of shit
buried needle
The record player's
forgotten not to spin,
so, you're feeling useless?
Well, the bidding starts
at $19.95.
And while the survey says
'cheers and applause'
another hour dies.
Jacking off again.
40 oz in the fridge.
Have these dreams put to sleep.
So call me up
and tell me something.
I'm dying to believe.
I dunno.
I don't care.
I just sit and stare now.
I don't think.
I just listen to the drone of this old being.
(I just listen to the voice of this machine)
Friday night,
steppin out
and talkin to the same
"So, how's your family?"
"How was school?"
Conversation strain.
Force endurance
from this class.
It's 11:45.
Two more hours
lumber past and
I feel like I tried.
Fucking off again.
Talking to this bitch,
She hates me. I hate her.
So shut me up
and take me somewhere.
I'm dying to leave.
Lyrics submitted by AllStarMe
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Agreed. This was my life. Not so much anymore.
"Friday night,
steppin out
and talkin to the same
"So, how's your family?"
"How was school?"
Conversation strain.
Boredom, television, alcohol, losing faith...Everything about these lyrics reminds me of why I love this band.
The sigh is also fucking perfect!
anyway this is a fucking good song,expecially second verse,you know,conversation strain....
i think brendan (or chris) is a fucking genius!
For context purposes, the show is what one would watch if you were bored out of your head and basically just flipping through the channels looking for something, anything (in this case, P:WOG was a syndicated show and as such aired at random times, either in the after noon or after midnight) to serve as background noise while bored.
"Music from "The OC"
The season that changes everything! Thursday, 8/7c. Learn more"
shit like that is the reason songs like this get written