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I stumble on my past lives hiding in drawers. Scraps of paper like half-healed sores. Empty the contents, spread out into the sunlight. Forgotten lyrics, bad punk rock shows. Worn out sex toys and fogged up windows. Balance and poise lost in the bottom of bottles. Bad night terrors, old shoelaces. Long blank stares. Lost in the dumbest places. Rusted bearings spinning in the wrong directions. At the bottom of the closets where you hide the pornos, motorcycle trannies in black and white freakshows. Underneath your secrets is where this story goes. When you feel yourself slipping away and you have no idea where you are and every movement feels a little more like giving up. And it all becomes so clear to you. You see right through.

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from The Worst Record of All Time, released October 14, 2014

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Safety Razors Binghamton, New York

Mediocrity Pop Punk.

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