Friends of Clay
I will always want you until we can't go on
This town may get the best of us, but the best may never come
Smile to the sky the rain may blur what's in my eyes
time will only tell how much I hate the weather channel
Cause we don't say what we wanna say what we wanna do
Then one day we'll wake up not swaying
to the groove that got us through the move
Cause we don't say what we wanna say what we wanna do
Then one day we'll wake up not swaying
to the groove that got us through the move
We don't have no problems we don't get to tell them to you anyways
Won't you let us stay here just for one day as a tourist would say
Lovely lovely friends
We haven't talked that much, but today you look so cool
You fake your form to fit the mold but the kiln cracks you in two
Don't ever ask me why you don't ever see my face
and will time ever mend how we used to feel in 2010
Cause we don't say what we wanna say what we wanna do
Then one day we'll wake up not swaying
to the groove that got us through the move
Pack those bags sew them tight,
I mean the house with the memories
in the suburbs ain't feelin alright
They took the street away where we played as kids,
I mean I don't have much common in those other people
Oh no
We don't have no problems we don't get to tell them to you anyway
This town may get the best of us, but the best may never come
Smile to the sky the rain may blur what's in my eyes
time will only tell how much I hate the weather channel
Cause we don't say what we wanna say what we wanna do
Then one day we'll wake up not swaying
to the groove that got us through the move
Cause we don't say what we wanna say what we wanna do
Then one day we'll wake up not swaying
to the groove that got us through the move
We don't have no problems we don't get to tell them to you anyways
Won't you let us stay here just for one day as a tourist would say
Lovely lovely friends
We haven't talked that much, but today you look so cool
You fake your form to fit the mold but the kiln cracks you in two
Don't ever ask me why you don't ever see my face
and will time ever mend how we used to feel in 2010
Cause we don't say what we wanna say what we wanna do
Then one day we'll wake up not swaying
to the groove that got us through the move
Pack those bags sew them tight,
I mean the house with the memories
in the suburbs ain't feelin alright
They took the street away where we played as kids,
I mean I don't have much common in those other people
Oh no
We don't have no problems we don't get to tell them to you anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Priskorn
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