The Cops by Front Bottoms
the end of the world makes me nervous
'cause i, for one, have not found god yet.
or someone to fall in love with
rob a bank, shoot a cop with.
i watched this girl being choked
by a man she hardly knows
in a room full of strangers
that probably don't know her name.
the first time i had sex it was a stranger in a
bathroom.
my friends were right, and since that day it felt the
same.
i want to go back
to when i laughed
at things i thought were funny.
i like running when it's dark out
and the people in the cars drive fast
'cause they wanna get home.
and their high beams blind me.
it reminds me:
just bad timing,
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