There's a car on the corner She's waiting for me to come out And I ain't said a word in weeks These old habits'll weigh you down I can't talk to God, I can't light it up I can't take something that I'm unworthy of You might sing it wrong, clumsy Off-key, top of your lungs Smile at everyone
You don't ease up on me You know I stay in a hurry, babe I miss a lot of good things
If I throw my body On a plane, in a car, on the ground I'm living like I'll never die And your ax is not a key
There's a lock on the door That costs more than my car, babe And I ain't ever come close To crossing that threshold anyway I can't hear our song on the radio Without a clear recollection of the touch-and-go I can't prize my certainty Let bygones fade away For my own sake
I walk a paper-thin line I know there's something for everyone But I've got a one-track mind
If I throw myself to the wolves I did it all for the glory Not the fruit rotting in my shade Who's begging to get inside
There's a reason I fold I'm sure it'll become clear You've been proving yourself wrong With or without me here You don't look around You don't check the score You cause all that trouble And you beg for more On every warm horizon of what I let disappear
You don't ease up on me You know I stay in a hurry, babe I miss a lot of good things
And when I throw myself to the wolves I do it all for the glory Not the wind shaking off my leaves Not begging for a key
Compositor: Kathryn Crutchfield (Waxahatchee) (BMI)Editor: Third Side Music Inc (SOCAN)ECAD verificado obra #46293000 em 30/Set/2024