Billy Edwin - Friends of Proximity

We got nothing in common
We just make up shit to say
I'd rather be alone
Or thinkin' 'bout back in the day

Miss my inner circle
Miss my own history
We got nothing in common
You're just a friend of proximity

Pardon me if I seem rude
Or quiet and disengaged
Just not interested in talking
About investment real estate

Even though you live so close
I don't want to watch the game
Would rather write another mediocre song
Than suffocate in your cave

I'm not misogynist or material
I've never fit in a clean box
Cover my skin with pictures
To repel the smallest talks

I'm not right and that's not wrong
Wish you the best forever more
It's just time that I cut out
And sit alone on my cold floor

Don't wanna waste my minutes anymore
I close my eyes, I'm back to '94
Still just LA boys running wild
Hand rolled cigarettes with style
I don't like shiny people, I like dirt
And beautiful voices make my stomach hurt
Perfect is wrong, Prefer a broken soul
Authentic is king and now the story is told.

Now I don't think I'm special
I'm not better, probably worse
But I just can't stand to fake it
So I'll just write one more verse

Sick of softening my politics
To appease suburban norms
I fucking hate your Tesla
And everything it stands for

We got nothing in common
We just make up shit to say
I'd rather be alone
Or thinkin bout back in the day

Miss my inner circle
Miss my own history
We got nothing in common
You're just a friend of proximity

Written by:
Michael Levy

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