
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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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
You’re scared of a world where you’re needed
So you never made nice with the locals
But we are tired
We’re hardly breathing
And we’re free
Go tell the women that we’re leaving
Whatever I do
I do not repent
I keep pissing against the moon
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
I’m sweating tears
I’ve been there and I am there still
Mid-aftermath
Heroic and colossal baby
When you look back
Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river forever and ever
So scorn divine and mourn the pride
The cold has spoken and drawn the line
Called me a fool in L.A
I doubt that Nashville saw me coming
Besides the bar folks working late
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