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Sixteen sad reasons, sixteen months past,
sixteen old habits, sixteen is last,
sixteen when we met, in sixteen sad ways,
sixteen lonely men, sad at the end of the day.

I am not who i thought i'd be,
just sixteen months ago,
still i'm pushing up from underground to reach clean air,
and i'm not as high as i was, just sixteen minutes ago,
still i'm rolling up a blunt to fly to be with you.

Sixteen past girlfriends, all show who i once was,
yet you were the girl who, left more than a buzz.

Still i'm not giving up, not giving up, not giving up,
erase any left memories.

Oh, oh, i am a better man,
oh, oh, i am much better right now,
oh, i am a better man now.

And i'm walking these same sixteen dogs still,
making sixteen from each,
with all of my addictions,
waste sixteen from each,
but i want to just waste away,
barren and blue.

I'm pushing up from underground to reach clean air,
erase any left memories,
oh, oh, i am a better man,
oh, oh, i am much better right now,
erase any left memories.

I want to just live happy, see my fate change,
lost to all my love, don't care for a name,
don't care for your reasons, don't care for your game.

I'm pushing up from underground to reach clean air,
erase any left memories.

Same sixteen dogs still, same sixteen from each,
still all of my addictions, waste sixteen from each.

I am not who i thought i'd be,
just sixteens months ago,
still i'm pushing up from underground to reach clean air,
and i'm not giving up,
not giving up,
not giving up,
erase any left memories.