Faded Couches and Pretty Girls
All my past fits between six inches of glass
And it floats away with the islands in the sky
All the faces I know have changed and its only been a week in this place
Yes its only been a week
Faded couches and pretty girls
Beats and Booze behind locked doors
For some, this all they're looking for
But for me I feel so far from home
That is not to say I do not live
Jaywalking is not my greatest sin
Drunk tips and mosh pits
I thought there was something when you sang
I'm angry that I don't binge
But I'm glad reason knows me
And I know him
Its hard to take your time
And get it right
Because it leaves you behind
Faded couches and pretty girls
Beats and Booze behind locked doors
For some, this all they're looking for
But for me I feel so far from home
That is not to say "I do not live"
Jaywalking is not my greatest sin
Hold up
Change the subject
Another question to avoid silence
The awkward sip of your glass
I don't think this is going to last
There are always more drinks
Always another week for
Faded couches and pretty girls
Beats and Booze behind locked doors
For some, this all they're looking for
But for me I feel so far from home
That is not to say "I do not live"
Jaywalking is not my greatest sin
And it floats away with the islands in the sky
All the faces I know have changed and its only been a week in this place
Yes its only been a week
Faded couches and pretty girls
Beats and Booze behind locked doors
For some, this all they're looking for
But for me I feel so far from home
That is not to say I do not live
Jaywalking is not my greatest sin
Drunk tips and mosh pits
I thought there was something when you sang
I'm angry that I don't binge
But I'm glad reason knows me
And I know him
Its hard to take your time
And get it right
Because it leaves you behind
Faded couches and pretty girls
Beats and Booze behind locked doors
For some, this all they're looking for
But for me I feel so far from home
That is not to say "I do not live"
Jaywalking is not my greatest sin
Hold up
Change the subject
Another question to avoid silence
The awkward sip of your glass
I don't think this is going to last
There are always more drinks
Always another week for
Faded couches and pretty girls
Beats and Booze behind locked doors
For some, this all they're looking for
But for me I feel so far from home
That is not to say "I do not live"
Jaywalking is not my greatest sin
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Writer(s): Gabriel Parsons
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