St. Magna Carta

I hope you find what you're looking for
But I've never been too patient with staying up til midnight
Calligraphy bedpost galore
I'm stumbling quite quickly to complacent destinations

The punch keeps growing stronger and I find it
Harder to see like the boy with bottle glasses
To criticize the bartender or
To piss all over your favorite referee

I don't know
What you do to me, I don't know
I don't know
Where I wanna be, I don't know
Magna Carta

In a dressing room on a breadline street
I can't afford to drink but it was nice to get to know you
A straight jacket and a rinse repeat
The cops are in the basement please blink twice if you're in trouble

My mind begins to wander to a
Playful summer daydream, the waiter won't stop laughing
Anything that I can get you dear
Just a ticket to the shit show it's quite the picture

I don't know
What you do to me, I don't know
I don't know
Where I oughta be, I don't know
Magna Carta

I don't know
Who's got it out for me, I don't know
I said no
Get away from me, I gotta go
St. Magna Carta



Credits
Writer(s): Caroline Giercyk
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