Sky Blue, Bad News
Another couple weeks go by
And the creek gets higher
I'm getting covered up in bites
The bugs will suck you dry up here
There's a notch on the tip of my tongue
No warning hiss before it spits
Can I suck it back in, all the things I've ever said?
And I make a cross with the nail on my thumb to stop the itch, but it persists
And I make amends to everyone that I left standing
While time's clicking like a fan and I'm sticking in my hand
And the sky is bright blue, waiting on bad news
And I make amends and fake it whеn I count the dead
And I make amеnds to everyone that I left standing
Shana says to take the year
"Shutter up, keep your head down, don't let it strip you bare"
And maybe I'll be better in a year
And maybe I'll deserve it then
And I make amends and fake it when I count the dead
And I make amends to everyone that I left standing
Did I shirk something?
Did I hurt someone?
Was I ever any good?
I know, I know, I know I was
Was I ungrateful?
I was, I was, I was, I was
Was I ungrateful?
I was, I was, I was, I was
I was, I was, I was, I was
I was, I was, I was, I was, I was
And the creek gets higher
I'm getting covered up in bites
The bugs will suck you dry up here
There's a notch on the tip of my tongue
No warning hiss before it spits
Can I suck it back in, all the things I've ever said?
And I make a cross with the nail on my thumb to stop the itch, but it persists
And I make amends to everyone that I left standing
While time's clicking like a fan and I'm sticking in my hand
And the sky is bright blue, waiting on bad news
And I make amends and fake it whеn I count the dead
And I make amеnds to everyone that I left standing
Shana says to take the year
"Shutter up, keep your head down, don't let it strip you bare"
And maybe I'll be better in a year
And maybe I'll deserve it then
And I make amends and fake it when I count the dead
And I make amends to everyone that I left standing
Did I shirk something?
Did I hurt someone?
Was I ever any good?
I know, I know, I know I was
Was I ungrateful?
I was, I was, I was, I was
Was I ungrateful?
I was, I was, I was, I was
I was, I was, I was, I was
I was, I was, I was, I was, I was
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Writer(s): Laura Stevenson
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