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Olivia Hellman
Olivia Hellman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olivia Hellman
Olivia Hellman
Songwriter
Jonathan Pasquarella
Jonathan Pasquarella
Songwriter
David Maurice
David Maurice
Songwriter

Lyrics

You showed up at my door today
Drowning in a river of tears
Held you, told you it would be okay
Hadn't seen you cry like that in years
I'm on the phone with you last night
Tryna talk you off of the ledge
Listened until the morning light
Gotta get you out of my head
When's it my turn to release my emotions?
Can't keep them bottled up like some potion
If it's too late they'll all evaporate
When will my life be free of stresses?
Always some kind of bump in the road
Why am I left cleaning up your messes?
I just need to clean up my own
When will my life be free of stresses?
Always some kind of bump in the road
Why am I left cleaning up your messes?
I just need to clean up my own
Laid in bed with you by my side
How'd I find myself in this place?
I try to keep it locked inside
All wrapped up in leather and lace
And when you look into my eyes
Everything will be all right
But if you look behind the lies
See how much I'm hurting inside
When's it my time to be listened to?
I have my problems, shit to sort through
I can't always be your hero
When will my life be free of stresses?
Always some kind of bump in the road
Why am I left cleaning up your messes?
I just need to clean up my own
When will my life be free of stresses?
Always some kind of bump in the road
Why am I left cleaning up your messes?
I just need to clean up my own
Let me experience my own catharsis
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Let me experience my own catharsis (ooh)
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Let me experience my own catharsis (my own, my own)
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Let me experience my own catharsis
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Your strength, support, relief, I'm your rock
You're just that kid, Jack, I'm your beanstalk
Oh, won't you please chop me down?
When will my life be free of stresses?
Always some kind of bump in the road
Why am I left cleaning up your messes?
I just need to clean up my own
When will my life be free of stresses?
Always some kind of bump in the road
Why am I left cleaning up your messes?
I just need to clean up my own
Now my life's never free of stresses
No life lived on the open road
Once I'm rid of you and your messes
I'll be left here on my own
Let me experience my own catharsis (my own)
A little give and take is all I ask, is (my own)
Let me experience my own catharsis (my own)
A little give and take is all I ask, is (my own)
Let me experience my own catharsis (my own)
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Let me experience my own catharsis
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Let me experience my own catharsis
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Let me experience my own catharsis
A little give and take is all I ask, is
Written by: David Maurice, Jonathan Pasquarella, Olivia Hellman
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