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Sent you acorns, buttons, and CD's in the mail I got a lot of junk Compare my room to heaven And I guess things might get better The thermostat is broken 'cause the landlord can't be bothered Can I compare you to the summer? 'cause both make me seem nicer, I'm trying to be nicer Change myself completely, watch some TV Get some real work out of college, like a spaceman I wanna be a salesman or something fucking cool man And everyone would hate it They'd key my cars and wreck my plans I dunno why everyone's still trying to leave I just read on the news that the birds are getting smaller Their wings look like scissors and down I don't miss the street lights But I do still miss the moonlight Can't appreciate the night time 'till you've moved back out the city 'till you've moved back to the country Three dogs in your RV, all named after movies You're shop lifting and rule breaking Today felt just like heaven Felt like angels making snow, making x box Making gum and paintball Three dogs in your RV, all named after movies Slice of Life teen dreams That you swear that you've seen (that you've swear that you've seen) (that you've swear that you've seen) And so you still... So you still feel real pretty, Pretty like the weather Pretty like the sunlight, gleaming off the litter [?] in your driveway or how everyone outside Is each a nightlight with their phone Your too tired for nightlife, just like that song said The one that used to play that just made you feel younger And like you'd exist forever Until you overplayed it, it used to be your favorite Now you don't have a favorite You just listen to construction, and birds near your apartment You like it better