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17 Coked Up Speeding Lyrics by Say Anything

I Don’t Think It Is

2016

[Verse 1: Max Bemis]
I’m 17, coked up and speeding
And I cannot swear that this is actually happening
Collecting names scrawled out on paper napkins
Confusing love with squalid, base attraction
I’m 21 and she’s called the cops to take me
As I weep my eyes bone dry in the back of a taxi
I’m so convinced that now it’s finally too late
Disembodied, friction based, toothless in an empty face
[Pre-Chorus 1: Dylan Mattheisen]
I don’t mind, if I spend my time, humping a fault line
[Chorus: Max Bemis]
“Hey, kid! You’re not a kid anymore! You’re not a kid anymore!”
Said the fool to the mystic; ”Be realistic!”
(Just feel!) His reply was a lipstick sigil “You always
Think too much, feel too little,”
“Hey, kid! You’re not a kid anymore! You’re not a kid anymore!”
Said the fool to the mystic; ”Be realistic!”
(Just do!) His reply was a lipstick sigil “You always
Think too much, feel too little,”
[Verse 2: Max Bemis]
I’m 23 locked up in the asylum
Listening too much to my own album
Sent me spinning out death-wish-bound to forge a callous
Stomping on the seesaw where I balance
I’m at that age where I actually go to parties
And I sit in the back with a drink and let them judge me
While I pray to the devil that a hurricane comes to take us We’ll be torn away from all the ways we fake trust
[Chorus: Max Bemis]
“Hey, kid! You’re not a kid anymore! You’re not a kid anymore!”
Said the fool to the mystic; ”Be realistic!”
(Just feel!) His reply was a lipstick sigil “You always
Think too much, feel too little,”
“Hey, kid! You’re not a kid anymore! You’re not a kid anymore!”
Said the fool to the mystic; ”Be realistic!”
(Just do!) His reply was a lipstick sigil “You always
Think too much, feel too little,”
[Interlude: Dylan Mattheisen]
“Hey, kid!
Hey, kid!
Hey, kid!
You’re not a kid anymore!
Kid, you’re not a kid anymore!“
[Outro: Max Bemis]
Psychic Nazism
Throbbing viral meme fissures eating my insides
Cut, maim, and drink beneath an obese sweltering sun
I am a vain little white boy with nothing to offer
Except the admission that we have become a disease
So if this is what your God has to offer, I spit in his face
Credits
Say Anything

Say Anything

About “17 Coked Up Speeding” by Say Anything

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