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this is a song of which i am quite proud. yes, i know the adjective "genuine" ought to be an adverb, but the target of this song never could use adverbs correctly, a point of joking contention between us until the joking became resent. the hypocrite in me was smoking cigarettes regularly at this point, which means this song's target is a bit complicated.

i mostly wrote it to try and get back with an ex and show that i was "anti-smoking", which i wasn't. i'm not a sophisticated individual. nor was i a particularly honest one at this point.

lyrics

take a break
live life apathetically
you already work too hard
find solace in a parliament
so full of flavor
enjoy life's toxicity
and turn a blind eye to care
your smokey hands will wipe the sweat from your eye
and light up the night
through a filtered beacon so tight

you say you're addicted;
and i think you're just indifferent
so lie to the people who care genuine
fail to uncover your spot so blind

fill anxiety take reigns
as every artery clamps down
drive above the speed limit
let the hazy mind run free
stand in direct defiance
as serotonin levels fall
and turn a blind eye to care
use smokey hands to draw the blood to your brain
and light up the night
with culture's hook-and-sinker delight

you say you're addicted;
and i think you're just indifferent
so lie to the people who care genuine
and say it's not already conditioned

you kill yourself with every drag

and i know you missed me, because i'm not just like them. yeah; i was just like them.

credits

from holding my hands out: (2008​-​2016), released July 20, 2016

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ian craig Columbus

piano, bass, drums + percussion, guitars, banjo, mandolin, ukelele, melodica, vocals, lyrics, all recording

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