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1. guess i was sweet on you since before i could tie my shoes since before i could feed myself before i learned to trust someone else grew up thinking it was okay that i could trust whatever you say didn't know what you were feeding me now i'm filling in the cavities cotton candy kind of love never ever filled me up we were spinning in your truth cotton candy kind of pain just a couple grains of sugar cane and a whole mess of blue 2. guess i just wanted more tired of living in your metaphor tired of caring bout what you think tired of hiding that i like pink woke up wishing it wasn't true watched the air fall out of you it took the air right out of me and i'm still licking you off my teeth cotton candy kind of love never ever filled me up we were spinning in your truth cotton candy kind of pain just a couple grains of sugar cane and a whole mess of blue guess i was sweet on you... cotton candy kind of love never ever filled me up we were spinning in your truth cotton candy kind of pain just a couple grains of sugar cane and a whole mess of blue
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1. she eats her dinner hovered over the sink bends down to the faucet when she wants a drink she don't sit at the table, pour herself some wine she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time she grew up faster than most kids now all the boys treat her like her daddy did as far as she's concerned she's just rotting on the vine she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time she don't love herself she won't give herself the time she don't need nobody else telling her she ain't worth a dime the only hand she's been dealt is the hurting kind the battle scars are hard inside her heart so she keeps drawing deeper battle lines 2. she makes her money taking off her clothes it ain't what she likes it's just what she knows she ain't smiled for real since '89 she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time she don't love herself she won't give herself the time she don't need nobody else telling her she ain't worth a dime the only hand she's been dealt is the hurting kind the battle scars are hard inside her heart so she keeps drawing deeper battle lines 3. no one's coming to save the day they would've come by now if it worked that way she's just flickering out like a neon sign she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time
(second verse written by Becca Jay)
1. you would think you could change for yourself i wouldn’t even have to ask you to you would think that the pain in my eyes would be reason enough for you you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think 2. you would think over time you could let a gentle current pull you somewhere new you would think you could climb to the top of this mountain instead of waiting for it to move you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think br. you would think i could turn away you would think i would learn some day but instead, instead, instead, instead... you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think i clicked the link that said add one to the basket i didn’t think i’d be this young shopping for a casket the whole thing was pink with pretty little flowers to match it we watched it sink deep down in the grave that we paid for to stash it in a way, the day she died, i did a little too i’d have to say it was the day pink turned blue when she was alive i’d get lost on a dime, broke down like a car i tried to drive away so many times but never got too far now i believe she’s giving me signs, i see ‘em in the stars even though grief made me blind now i see her fine, she’s on my radar in a way, she gave me the map, the key, and the gasoline i’d have to say she’s paving the way for red to turn green
a little knievel, a little james dean
a little of your mama, a little mr. clean a little love and laughter and kindness too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you charismatic conor kent ever since the accident i've been wondering why you came and went so quickly sometimes this world just don’t make sense it gives and takes without consent you were heaven-sent and i’m hell-bent on keeping you with me my wrinkles they were worth it every last one my dare-devil guardian angel son a little country, a little hang ten a little let loose, a little hardworking a little adventure, a little smile too that’s what i think a lot about when i think of you i get to the point i'm sharp to the touch sometimes i'm out for blood it doesn't take much you're shockingly strong not as soft as you seem sometimes you are afraid but babe you can get through anything we are tied together sister we were born and bred and this time we will keep what we reap when we sow they don't know about this needle and thread i struggled alone got lost in the stack returned to my home i learned to attack you suffered enough all tangled and spun we will not be caught stark naked when the winter comes
*pronouns changed from she to he in honor of my friend Jeffrey Joe who I lost the year I wrote this song
everyone’s wearing black everyone looks so sad everyone can be seated now everyone ends up dead everyone bow your head everyone remember was there a time or two or three he had you laughing? was he with you giving tissues when you cried? was he the kind of kind worth photographing in your mind? did he give you a good story for the day he died? everyone goes to bed everyone ends up dead everyone will live another day everyone still misses everyone reminisces everyone has something to say was there a time or two or three he had you laughing? was there a moment you just had to memorize? was he the kind of kind worth photographing in your mind? did he give you a good story for the day he died? i’ve got nothing left i can balance on that lady with the blindfold is gone her scale and her sword have nothing more to say it was just us then, it’s just me now where’s the justice in time running out i’m trying to transcend but it sinks further in every day so I keep company with well-known cons i’m confident they’re my confidants and the pros won’t speak to me they are prone to secrecy and i don’t know if I’ll ever get through it cause I’ve been the only one swearing them to it there’s no wisdom now, no prudence here if I’m reckless or cautious, i really don’t care this snake and this mirror just slithered nearer to prey i don’t feel courage and i’m not in control i can’t produce faith and i won’t be consoled and i’m losing all hope that i’ll ever know better todays
her life was a boxing ring
she never took off her gloves she never stopped swinging not even for love from the very first swing to the very last round she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out i never got too close, i never knew how everything's different with the lights out her faith was a lonely home she never took off from that place she never looked out the window not even to see my face from the very first brick to the very last grout she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out i never got too close, i never knew how everything's different with the lights out
you’re the sugar coat on a bitter pill
you’re the place i go in a earthquake drill you will walk to the porch with a bat in your hand so i don’t have to look at the boogeyman you flash all of the light underneath my bed and the monsters have not found me yet but they found you, they surround you look around you, yeah they found you you’re the softest nest in the highest tree you’re a needed kiss on a wounded knee you crack open a cactus with your bare hands so i don’t die of thirst in a desert land you rip all of the targets right off my head and the arrows have not got me yet but they got you, yeah they shot you an onslaught into you, yeah they got you you’re a little bird with a lion’s mane your dreams deferred in a weathervane i will scour the depths and the breadth of the sea and collect all the joy that you gave up for me to the queen with her crown i will coronate i will bow at the feet of my surrogate i will praise you, cause you raised me my grace traced to you, thank you haley |
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