gloves
I was younger when I was 16
I wish I could say otherwise
10 dollar words and never no receipts
Don't understand the kids on the TV
Do you think they need me
You might be dying of your art degree
Let's scream
Motherfucker, freeze
They're taping flowers to your pretty face
I saw you in a dream once
Driving on the bridge with no restraint
I'm walking to the store to buy some pain
You said I'm writing for the bad guys
The dead beat poets calling out my name
You broke down your walls and then I built them back up
We never found my money, bet it's still on the bus
Time goes on but I am in a permanent rut
Freeze
The crowds are chanting our names
But they're pronouncing them wrong
I see you but I can't quite see myself
So I find me in a song
The crowds are chanting our names
But they're pronouncing them wrong
I found you but I can't quite find myself
But I need that feeling gone
You broke down your walls and then I built them back up
We never found my money, bet it's still on the bus
Time goes on but I am in a permanent rut
Save me from the constant that I know I've become
I am just a name, I'm not entitled to love
You put my hands in gloves because you think that's enough
Time goes on but I am in a permanent rut
Save me from the constant that I know I've become
I wish I could say otherwise
10 dollar words and never no receipts
Don't understand the kids on the TV
Do you think they need me
You might be dying of your art degree
Let's scream
Motherfucker, freeze
They're taping flowers to your pretty face
I saw you in a dream once
Driving on the bridge with no restraint
I'm walking to the store to buy some pain
You said I'm writing for the bad guys
The dead beat poets calling out my name
You broke down your walls and then I built them back up
We never found my money, bet it's still on the bus
Time goes on but I am in a permanent rut
Freeze
The crowds are chanting our names
But they're pronouncing them wrong
I see you but I can't quite see myself
So I find me in a song
The crowds are chanting our names
But they're pronouncing them wrong
I found you but I can't quite find myself
But I need that feeling gone
You broke down your walls and then I built them back up
We never found my money, bet it's still on the bus
Time goes on but I am in a permanent rut
Save me from the constant that I know I've become
I am just a name, I'm not entitled to love
You put my hands in gloves because you think that's enough
Time goes on but I am in a permanent rut
Save me from the constant that I know I've become
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Writer(s): Abdullah Siddiqui
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