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It seems like every time that we're together we fall back in love within the hour, but maybe it's my job to feel sorry about everything that ever happened.

I swear I never meant to ever kiss you while we were lying on the floor of my storage room. We beat the hours down, 12 shots straight to the head, I'm talking alcohol, dear god I wish I was dead. Our friends all chased us down the crowded throats of your favorite thrift store, we're saving America.

Entertaining the constant ideas of self-revolution and medication, breaking into that kids house, or being sewn to Ryan's couch. Trampolines at three AM. Helping you shave your head.

Woo!

Hey man, come on, I just want to talk. I never meant to fuck this up. I'm sorry this happened to us, I'm working on patching it up.

I will sit back and relax and close my eyes and realize what it means to grow up. We both know I'm not shutting up this time.

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Our Sunday Affairs New Jersey

Four piece emo/indie made up of kids who shouldn't have ended up in a four piece emo/indie band but did anyways.

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