Mismatched Socks

Fuck a day job I'ma work all night long
Singing all these slow love songs till I get it wrong
I swear I can't feel a thing we don't get along
You gonna shoot down all five points like the pentagon
I won't last another day in here
They're serving up a plate of fear
They talk but they don't save an ear
And I've grown but I can't put it to the test
we're cleaning up an endless mess
They talk but they never rest

They say look at this kid thought he grew up in the sticks
Now he out here in the city and he steady turning heads
He's a bipolar mess
He forgot to take his meds
Is he ever gonna rest
Is he manic or depressed
I don't know I'm on
Empty, I don't have a care in the world
Six feet, between me and the people I love
Mismatched socks and a polka dot gown
Not one shoe lace hidden in the background

I said let's just keep it simple
Some doors closed but I'ma have to make it into
A couple more and if you really got an issue
We can talk about it when I get out when I get through I miss you
I can't break out of this spell
It's like I'm climbing out of hell
I'm at the bottom of a well
Soon as I land from this unexpected trek
I just want them to come correct
And all I ask for is respect

They say look at this kid thought he grew up in the sticks
Now he out here in the city and he steady turning heads
He's a bipolar mess
He forgot to take his meds
Is he ever gonna rest
Is he manic or depressed
I don't know I'm on
Empty, I don't have a care in the world
Six feet, between me and the people I love
Mismatched socks and a polka dot gown
Not one shoe lace hidden in the background

Not one shoe lace hidden in the background
Mismatched socks
Mismatched socks



Credits
Writer(s): Kellen Reiner
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