Story Of Itself

Who knows? I like to sing a lullaby
Where the words are softly spoken
Cause this world keeps on eroding

And with your hands, you'd rush your tears to dry
Cause what matters isn't broken
So you'll hold in the emotion

Well, this the story of itself
The book you let get dusty on the shelf
The ending? Only time will tell.
We should have been drinking to your health

In dreams, I know we all pretend to fly
I know I swoop under awnings
And wake up to start decoding
The Meaning of our sweet subconcious pie
That we slice in as we're sleeping
Yea, we sleep in on the weekends

Well, this the story of itself
The book you let get dusty on the shelf
The ending? Only time will tell.
We should have been drinking to your health

This isn't a story to write
This is just a story to live
Yea you might end up with a wife
But you started out with a bib

Who knows? I like to sing a lullaby
Where the words are softly spoken
Causes this world keeps on eroding
As your tears begin to dry



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Mccann
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