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Camp Trash – Weird Florida Lyrics

Does it matter
If I tried my level best?
Is there a pattern
To all the things we said?
It doesn’t feel like anything
It’s fraying at the edge
Sleeping off the hunger
let it play out in my head

I know that she won’t
Be picking up the fucking phone
When I call from my car
Explaining why I’m not at home

It just got dumber
All summer
It just kept getting dumber

She had a thing about the corner store
We had to go inside each time that we
walked passed all summer long
She did a lot of acid
It didn’t seem to help
I couldn’t concentrate on too much myself
Didn’t mean to stare
Didn’t want to talk
I said, “I don’t feel great”
And then I needed out

I know that she won’t
Be picking up the fucking phone
When I call from my car
Explaining what I’m not at home

It just got dumber
All summer
It just kept getting dumber

You can tell ‘em whatever you want to
It doesn’t matter
It can’t be that important
I’ll call you when I reach the Georgia border
But I’m never going back to fucking Florida
I’m never going to Fucking Florida
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