Sitting Still
Headlights Through My Window
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There lies a little boy Sitting upright on his bed And he's staring at the floor While his father dreams of death And he's choked up on his head From his own sad search for gratification Don't you know he won't find it No he won't find it So honey this is not the thing you thought it was I thought we'd be in Hollywood in my own mind No don't come crying to me as if I understand how you feel I got nauseous from sitting still I got nauseous from sitting still But he knows which way to go And he thinks he'll be just fine Says he don't believe in ghosts Yet he's scared of the things he finds He can't understand how people don't believe the things they swear by And he looks around his filthy room He knows his empty closet's filled with toys and cigarette fumes So darling I guess this is the thing you thought it was We might not be in Hollywood at least not yet So you can cry to me if all you need is just a body or a friend Cause I get nauseous from sitting still Cause I get nauseous from sitting still
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