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Getting sobers putting walls up Cuz I love all drugs No one loves me like my Dog does (that's Finn) Started sprinting, think I'm running outta time Feeling different since you signed offline Started sprinting, think I'm running outta time Now I'm alone in the chat, You lied to me, said you'd brb You'll never be right back You decided to leave me to grieve It's fucked up im not getting fucked up As much as it sucks I've felt worse than that On a Saturday Razor blades in blades of grass I've had sadder days You probably never gas jugged You probably never, never had stuff I've seen the world from a Flixbus Listening to "Sad Fat Luck" and "So The Flies Don't Come" On my way to do a show at his rehab, Hopefully he doesn't relapse Till the ocean dries up and our lucks all over I'm in a field of fake four leaf clovers Lightning bolt struck, overdose past Deadly car crash and i left without a scratch Remember as a kid I was careful how I spoke Survival looks different With a hand around your throat Survival looks different When your friends dealing coke When your not safe at home Where do you go? On a Saturday Razor blades in blades of grass I've had sadder days Stepping over broken needles Hidden under pine needles It's a sea of love Stepping over broken needles Hidden under pine needles It's a sea of love I call a friend to watch the sunset Make plans to do things I haven't done yet Try a new recipe, exercise, learn spanish, Tell my friends that i love em before they vanish Hold hands, belly laugh, dance while i'm cooking Spend more time looking at the stars Hold hands, belly laugh, dance while i'm cooking Spend more time looking at the stars On a Saturday Razor blades in blades of grass Now I won't wait, To save the best for last I won't wait
Writer(s): Myles Bullen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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