Flew sixteen hours to get home
We wrecked the van, I lost my phone
You hold me like a gun
You’re not sure if it’s loaded
But target practice sounds like fun
I close my eyes and cross the street
You chipped your teeth, and who is she?
An open wound, you never leave
It must be me
It must be
I’m safe, you’re always sorry
Missed the invite to your party
Sorta miss you, will you haunt me?
Passed a note, then you spilled my coffee
We dodge the falling leaves
Talking Patti Smith, Kentucky porch, sometime in our sixties
One hundred three degrees
With the sun stuck in your eyes, does she look like me?
I close my eyes and cross the street
You chipped your teeth, and who is she?
An open wound, you never leave
It must be me
It must be
I’m safe, you’re always sorry
Missed the invite to your party
Sorta miss you, will you haunt me?
Passed a note, then you spilled my coffee
You’re a panic attack, just a Kerouac wannabe
Why can’t you let me be?
It must be me, it must be me
Why can’t you let me breathe?
It must be me, it must be
Why can’t you let me be?
It must be me, it must be me
Why can’t you let me breathe?
It must be me, it must be
I’m safe, and I’m not sorry
Saw the pictures, fuck your party
I don’t miss you smoke break, taunt me
Burn the note, you’re late for coffee
You’re a panic attack
Skip the sugar, just black
With the talent to back
You’re a Kerouac wannabe
You’re a Kerouac wannabe
You’re a Kerouac wannabe
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Rent To Own
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