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The Front Bottoms,

Score: 3
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Played: 54

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[Refrain] There is a map in my room On the wall of my room And I’ve got big, big plans But I can see them slipping through Almost feel them slipping through The palms of my sweaty hands And I move slow Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable [Verse 1] You say, "I hate you," you mean it And "I love you" sounds fake It's taken me so long to figure that out I used to love the taste, I would do anything for it Now I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth [Bridge 1] And you're so confident But I hear you crying in your sleeping bag [Bridge 2] But you were broken bad yourself And you were mad as hell, you felt If you had done anything with anyone else It would have worked out so well [Chorus] But you are an artist And your mind don’t work the way you want it to One day, you’ll be washing yourself With hand soap in a public bathroom And you’ll be thinking "How did I get here?" "Where the hell am I?" If the roles were reversed You could have seen me sneaking up Sneaking up from behind [Verse 2] She sees these visions; she feels emotion She says that I cannot go, she sees my plane in the ocean "And what about your friends? Don’t you love them enough to stay?" And I say, "If I don’t leave now Then I will never get away" Let me be a blue raft On a blue sea, I’ll blend right in [Refrain] There is a map in my room On the wall of my room I’ve got big, big plans But I can see them falling through Almost feel them slipping through The palms of my sweaty hands And I move slowly Just slow enough to make you uncomfortable [Bridge 2] But you were broken bad yourself And you were mad as hell, you felt If you had done anything with anyone else It would have worked out so well [Chorus] But you are an artist And your mind don’t work the way you want it to One day, you’ll be washing yourself With hand soap in a public bathroom And you’ll be saying, "How did I get here?" "Where the hell am I?" If the roles were reversed You could have seen me sneaking up Sneaking up from behind