Bitter
Shadow boxer found the options in the grocery store, now
It's making money, lacy undies stain the kitchen wall
You mean to tell me that I'm singing just the big notes?
I tried to pin it, but I could not get it
I told the paperboy, "I like to live outside the lines"
It takes the medicine to make me feel myself sometimes
She's got a belt around my neck, no time to feel alive
I know she's right, she's got a job, she, she owns your own supplies
Now, I hate to shove this tool in the shed
She says, "That ain't the hardest thing in the bed"
And now we all say things that circulate in our heads
But don't mind the bitter, the roses stay red
I ride the daily, keep 'em safe, be with those evening glares
I'm feeling anxious, full of spacious little box we share
I can't imagine what the talk would be to have you here
But if you were the lady next to me, she'd be a millionaire
Oh, how divine, that's now a crime, must be your campus trip
Not since the one who's running from a lack of empathy
It doesn't matter where you're standing, you stand next to me
I cut my hair, my skin, my teeth because to have you on your knees
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She says, "That ain't the hardest thing in the bed"
And now we all say shit that circulate in our heads
But don't mind the bitter, the roses stay red
I guess that now we just suppose
You keep the feeling, let it go
'Cause, for now, nobody knows
It's not just anybody
Just an up and Adam close
You hit the lights and take it slow
Make it up all on the road
It's not just anybody
It's making money, lacy undies stain the kitchen wall
You mean to tell me that I'm singing just the big notes?
I tried to pin it, but I could not get it
I told the paperboy, "I like to live outside the lines"
It takes the medicine to make me feel myself sometimes
She's got a belt around my neck, no time to feel alive
I know she's right, she's got a job, she, she owns your own supplies
Now, I hate to shove this tool in the shed
She says, "That ain't the hardest thing in the bed"
And now we all say things that circulate in our heads
But don't mind the bitter, the roses stay red
I ride the daily, keep 'em safe, be with those evening glares
I'm feeling anxious, full of spacious little box we share
I can't imagine what the talk would be to have you here
But if you were the lady next to me, she'd be a millionaire
Oh, how divine, that's now a crime, must be your campus trip
Not since the one who's running from a lack of empathy
It doesn't matter where you're standing, you stand next to me
I cut my hair, my skin, my teeth because to have you on your knees
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She says, "That ain't the hardest thing in the bed"
And now we all say shit that circulate in our heads
But don't mind the bitter, the roses stay red
I guess that now we just suppose
You keep the feeling, let it go
'Cause, for now, nobody knows
It's not just anybody
Just an up and Adam close
You hit the lights and take it slow
Make it up all on the road
It's not just anybody
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Writer(s): Jessica Sharman, Jan Buckingham
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