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Aaron Christian Something Saturday - Gosh Golly Im Peeved Lyrics

Verse 1:

Falling
Stalling
To confront these truths about
What people think

Of me
They’re above me
Fitting my roll well
But not being able to branch out creates

My hell
How swell
These delusions of grandeur
Make me want to scream my lungs out

For the last time
I’ll say that I’m just fine
Because what’s the point of bitching
To the very things you hate about

Youth
The eternal
Truth
About their
Indifference
Chorus 1:

And I can’t see past these
Cold winter mornings
So frightful and boring
To someone like me

Spending day after day
Trying hard not to say
How fucking angry this
Suburbia makes me

Desperate for change
PrayIng for rain
While doing nothing about it
Makes me want to scream such

Repetitive lyrics
Trying shit that won’t stick
Confronting the truth that
I am not worth it

Verse 2:

Day 792
Being a me without a you
Losing all hope
That I won’t lose hope by this
Monday
Just another Monday
Oh god another Monday
Fuck another Monday

Because is it a start
If you’ve lost all the spark
To keep finding things that make you happy
No matter how sappy or

Bullshit it starts to seem
That these I’ll-faited dreams
Become the memories
For my future empty
Apartment building
For a millennial reeling about

Youth
The internal
Truth
About their
Indifference

Chorus 2:

And I can’t see past these
Cold winter mornings
So frightful and boring
To someone like me
Spending day after day
Trying hard not to say
How fucking angry this
Suburbia makes me

But be honest you FUCK
Stop pretending like you’re stuck
Cause you can’t be held
By an imaginary enemy that you

Made up yourself
Not society or wealth
Can be blamed for your misfortune
So don’t sit around and blame the...

(I want to be young again, young again, young again...)

Government, politics
Religion, or society
Cultural differences
Parents don’t understand me

Racism, sexism
White guilt, opposing views
Don’t change the fact
Success I lack
Is cause I’m...

Fat and I’m ugly
I’m tired and bored
Longing for real relationships while trying to mature

Too skinny, too weak
For your affection my dear
Not being good enough for others is
My greatest fear so


Chorus 3:

Don’t look past these
Cold winter mornings
So frightful and boring
To someone like me cause you’ll spend

Day after day
Trying hard not to say
How fucking angry that
Suburbia made me

Because the passage of time
Doesn’t guarantee success
The only thing guaranteed’s duress
So try your fucking best

Cause look how far you’ve gotten
You’re bitter cold and rotten
So consider this a warning
No matter how many chances you get

(You’ll never be young again, young again, young again)