Released on July 14, 2017

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Sometimes I think too much

I never seem to finish anything I start

I know I drink too much

Sometimes I don't think enough

You and I, we're two of the same

And we'll do it again just for old time's sake

Sometimes I hold a grudge

Won't open texts won't answer your calls

Push all you want but I won't budge

It's how I was raised, it's in my DNA

You and me, we're digging a grave

And we'll bury ourselves just for art's sake

And they fuck up and groove, sing and play

Everyone's got something profound to say

I can't wait to see a brony with a black telecaster and a stupid haircut mumble his words

You gotta kill, kill your scene

You gotta kill your scene

You gotta kill, kill your scene

You gotta kill your scene

You gotta kill, kill your scene

You gotta kill your scene

You gotta kill, kill your scene

You gotta kill your scene

You gotta kill, kill your scene

You gotta kill your scene

You gotta kill, kill your scene

You gotta kill your scene