Split

I wish I could just slip back into my habits
 I wish that life was like it was when I was seven
 So distant from home
 New friends they come and go
 Maybe it's time to return?
 No, disengage, it's lost
 Only dark depression and drugs
 Fill the void of becoming what I want
 Homesick to my stomach
 Memories create the perfect image
 There was and still is nothing for me
 There was and still is nothing
 Homesick to my stomach
 Memories create the perfect image
 There was and still is nothing for me
 There was and still is nothing
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 Get the fuck up
 Wake up and say that you hate yourself
 Wake up now and say that you hate yourself
 Wake up and say that you hate yourself
 Wake up now and say that you hate yourself
 Go into your own thoughts
 Faint voices fill you with love
 Maybe it's time to return?
 No, disengage, it's lost
 Only dark depression and drugs
 Fill the void of becoming what I want
 Homesick to my stomach
 Memories create the perfect image
 There was and still is nothing for me
 There was and still is nothing
 Homesick to my stomach
 Memories create the perfect image
 There was and still is nothing for me
 There was and still is nothing
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 No jobs, no future, no joy in past pleasures
 I know why I left and I'm happy to come back and go again
 Some faces never change
 I still love them but I don't wanna lose progress
 Sometimes you gotta pack up and move on