Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow?
Usually the lines grow faint
Like old house paint
Just a way to mark the years gone by
You lay on a couch three weeks
Until the color came back into your cheeks
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Valjda će bit ok?
You’re measuring me lately and I can tell I’m losing weight
You’re scared of a world where you’re needed
So you never made nice with the locals
We are tired, we got nothing to believe in
But we are tired
We’re hardly breathing
And we’re free
Go tell the women that we’re leaving
History’s my backyard, eternity’s my reward
Whatever I do
I do not repent
I keep pissing against the moon
Take a lonely look, for my sake! It’s a tragedy!
Honestly I’ve been a couple people
No one that I’d want to be again
I’ve dressed up like a husband
I’ve witnessed like a preacher
But maybe this is who I’ve always been
Keep your legs from shaking, fill your eyes with new tears
I’m sweating tears
I’ve been there and I am there still
Mid-aftermath
Heroic and colossal baby
When you look back
‘Cause I’ve been gunning for redemption and I think I’ll hit the bullseye soon
Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river forever and ever
All our plans were made on streets the winter paved
So scorn divine and mourn the pride
The cold has spoken and drawn the line
They laughed at me in New York City
Called me a fool in L.A
I doubt that Nashville saw me coming
Besides the bar folks working late
