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No Bad Memories

de Sam MacPherson

One, two, three

Fed up with your folks
Fuck it, no one understands you, alright
I'm gonna flush this party pack of pills for you, alright?

What makes me so qualified?
I feel like you, half the time

And I bet you could fight this all on your own
But I don't wanna see you try
Get 'em to notice you didn't come home
But I don't wanna see you try
You don't get to go yet
I'm sleepin' at the foot of your bed tonight
Stop tryna make sense of sayin' goodbye
No, I don't wanna see you try
I don't wanna see you try

Shouldn't make decisions with all that blood in your eyes, alright?
Stop campin' in the car, hand me the keys, we're goin' back inside

You don't wanna see me preachin'
Things that you already know (yeah)

Yeah, you could fight this all on your own
But I don't wanna see you try
Get 'em to notice you didn't come home
But I don't wanna see you try
You don't get to go yet
I'm sleepin' at the foot of your bed tonight
Stop tryna make sense of sayin' goodbye
No, I don't wanna see you try
I don't wanna see you try

I don't wanna see you try
I don't wanna see you try
I don't wanna see you try
I don't wanna see you try

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