Skipping the Cracks
When I woke up I was older than that
I was colder than that
But I'm finding the groove
Roll out of bed... grab my coat and my hat
Say goodbye, and that's that
And I'm making my move
Concrete and sidewalk skipping the cracks
So I won't be guilty about breaking your back
Breathe in the air it's a bright sunny day and it's my getaway
I don't care if I'm lost
And I don't really miss you and I don't even feel bad
When you said you would see just how you felt I wasn't even mad
And it's only when someone asks me
That I'm reminded of your silly face
And the stack of vinyl records you left at my place
When I went out I was bolder than that
In my red Stetson hat
Talking back being crude
Rolling me home in a cab with a phone
And I'm happy alone without hearing from you
Concrete and sidewalk skipping the cracks
So I won't be guilty about breaking your back
Laughing at how I am still nowhere near
Getting rid of my fear but I'm finding the groove
And I don't really miss you and I don't even feel bad
When you said you would see just how you felt I wasn't even mad
And it's only when someone asks me
That I'm reminded of your silly face
And the stack of vinyl records you left at my place
And I don't really miss you and I don't even feel bad
When you said you would see just how you felt I wasn't even mad
And it's only when someone asks me
That I'm reminded of your silly face
And the stack of vinyl records you left at my place
I was colder than that
But I'm finding the groove
Roll out of bed... grab my coat and my hat
Say goodbye, and that's that
And I'm making my move
Concrete and sidewalk skipping the cracks
So I won't be guilty about breaking your back
Breathe in the air it's a bright sunny day and it's my getaway
I don't care if I'm lost
And I don't really miss you and I don't even feel bad
When you said you would see just how you felt I wasn't even mad
And it's only when someone asks me
That I'm reminded of your silly face
And the stack of vinyl records you left at my place
When I went out I was bolder than that
In my red Stetson hat
Talking back being crude
Rolling me home in a cab with a phone
And I'm happy alone without hearing from you
Concrete and sidewalk skipping the cracks
So I won't be guilty about breaking your back
Laughing at how I am still nowhere near
Getting rid of my fear but I'm finding the groove
And I don't really miss you and I don't even feel bad
When you said you would see just how you felt I wasn't even mad
And it's only when someone asks me
That I'm reminded of your silly face
And the stack of vinyl records you left at my place
And I don't really miss you and I don't even feel bad
When you said you would see just how you felt I wasn't even mad
And it's only when someone asks me
That I'm reminded of your silly face
And the stack of vinyl records you left at my place
Credits
Writer(s): Tamar T Berk
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