Three Hundred to Lexington

I was slowly beginning to blur
Until I started to enunciate my words for her
I cant take what
Were slowly dying for
The money they make and the money they store
Ignoring the details so I can't be sure
Of anything much less anyone
Packed onto pavement
As busy as it's bored
What sort of meaning holds our metaphor

He's not the chosen and she's not that pure
He's on the edge again and she's in another world
Riddled with high scars and dreams from before
I need to find a way again or find some integrity

Ohh
Find it
Fight It
Rrrrrah
Razor thin
I'm done with the big strong city, boy

I've been thinking I'm better off without you
So why can't I feel the same
Looking in only hurts the most
Because you've got nobody else to blame

Planting the seeds while
Starting the small fires
Wasting the days I'll
Never forget it
Fray from the sidewalks
Skateboards and spray guns
Grown-ups said "stay young
Well now I know that they fucking meant it

Time rolls on
Free as it's bound to carry us from
A to A again

Time rolls on
Free as it's bound to carry us from
Now



Credits
Writer(s): Rocco And His Bones
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