Approbation

She says it's no issue
But Brody come on home I surely miss you
Asking John and Jamie for a tissue
Just to dry your eyes cause it's way too late
For you to stay the night
While you were waiting
For your ride home from Jamie's basement
Johnny dropped a 40oz on the pavement
And you gathered the glass
Cause you know he's been drinking that shit
Way too fast
For your taste
Your hearts out of place again and again
You never ever thought it could get worse
And then you turn around and now your back it hurts
It aches like seeing old friends from when you
Felt like a kid who could get away with white lies
And pitiful sins you stood up straight
Then were told to sit down around the same time
That I left this town on driftwood
Now I'm singing when you should



Credits
Writer(s): Brody Rogers
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