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here is a new song cause I'm bored....
so I guess since I'm bored I'll post some lyrics to a song i wrote back in August. It's kinda rough, It doesn't even have a title yet mmkk. here goes nothing.Â
verse1:
He's a fourth of july cookout kind ofÂ
firework or spark inside his eyes,
can't say I don't miss it.
He's a 2a.m. Ice cream run,
driving faster, laughter, scream our favorite songs,
God I still miss it.
And shes his bitter winter weather,
sleet stuck always borrowing his sweater.
He can't see the hurt in his eyes,
he doesn't know her.
chorus:
But I know him like the back of my hand,
hes so dangerous but plays it safe,
and when you fall apart hes sweet escape.
And so I swore i had him in the palm of my hand,
he gave me all the signs, locked in my sights,
but she made him feel more alive.
So now I wish he was holding my hand.
Verse 2:
Now Its almost autumn, leaves are falling
colors changing you still havent changed your mind,
I wish you were mine.
But when there's christmas lights and mistletoe
if she's still your angel in the snow than I'll move on,
cause I hold on too long.
I held on for way to long, our lives were like a country song,
tell me was it all in my head?
Longest bridge ever lol:
We loved sneakers, Blast our music
We had God, but now I'm confused at how
Somehow you think she knows you better than I do.
Does she know you love to laugh,
that your scared of the past,
that your holding on for your family,
that God forbid your mother leaves,
that you watch your little brother fall asleep,
and wish that he holds onto dreams,
and you cry at horror movies
or does she know that you are lovely?