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Supercuts 
Easy
by Jeremy Zucker
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I thought
I would be by now
I'd it figured all out
We'd skip the scenic route
And oh well
At least I never lied
Still, I'm the bad guy
So much for being nice
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll feel crappy
I'll hate when shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't wanna make cry at dinner
And see her at the mall next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Well, I don't
Don't need a hand to hold
Don't need you to console me
It's honestly getting old
Well, I've thought
There's so many places we could go
Well, maybe I'm better off at home
Maybe I'm better on my own
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate your friends this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
me in this bullshit again
something we're gonna end
Wonder if we would be better as friends
But we won't
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both crappy
I'll hate your friends when this ends
Well, alright
And I don't wanna your cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
I would be by now
I'd it figured all out
We'd skip the scenic route
And oh well
At least I never lied
Still, I'm the bad guy
So much for being nice
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll feel crappy
I'll hate when shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't wanna make cry at dinner
And see her at the mall next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Well, I don't
Don't need a hand to hold
Don't need you to console me
It's honestly getting old
Well, I've thought
There's so many places we could go
Well, maybe I'm better off at home
Maybe I'm better on my own
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate your friends this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
me in this bullshit again
something we're gonna end
Wonder if we would be better as friends
But we won't
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both crappy
I'll hate your friends when this ends
Well, alright
And I don't wanna your cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
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