Love Letters
Like pictures on my tv or tiles on my kitchen floor
Or miles, beers, and ghosted plans just more more more more more more more
I just can't stop thinking, baby, night after night
How we both look like shit under these gas station lights
I hang my feet off of my trestles, hang my head when you come around
Maybe tonight i won't stay up just to put myself down down down down
Toss bottles off my rooftop, hear them shatter in the street
Stumble through this maze of alleys, pick the glass out of my feet
There's nothing that I wouldn't steal for you
No roof or bridge I wouldn't climb to feel like I'm alive
I went to your sob story and all I got was a fist fight
I might not tell you the whole truth but all you do is lie lie lie lie
The slowing of your breathing, the slurring of your speech
The burn marks on my legs, the stepping stones down to the beach
The way you're looking at me, baby, you're so fucking out of reach
But the stars don't look the same since your body found peace
If every shooting star we wish on's just a chemical burn out
We can tell each other's futures in the burn holes on my couch
And if the stars don't look the same when my luck finally runs out
Dump my body in the sunset on the hill beside my house
Between the road head, the road rage, the DUIs
You've got many roads to follow down the pupils of your eyes
And if the stars just look the same after hours on my bike
I guess i fucked it up again but all I can do is try try try try
All I can do is try try try try
All you can do is try try try try
Or miles, beers, and ghosted plans just more more more more more more more
I just can't stop thinking, baby, night after night
How we both look like shit under these gas station lights
I hang my feet off of my trestles, hang my head when you come around
Maybe tonight i won't stay up just to put myself down down down down
Toss bottles off my rooftop, hear them shatter in the street
Stumble through this maze of alleys, pick the glass out of my feet
There's nothing that I wouldn't steal for you
No roof or bridge I wouldn't climb to feel like I'm alive
I went to your sob story and all I got was a fist fight
I might not tell you the whole truth but all you do is lie lie lie lie
The slowing of your breathing, the slurring of your speech
The burn marks on my legs, the stepping stones down to the beach
The way you're looking at me, baby, you're so fucking out of reach
But the stars don't look the same since your body found peace
If every shooting star we wish on's just a chemical burn out
We can tell each other's futures in the burn holes on my couch
And if the stars don't look the same when my luck finally runs out
Dump my body in the sunset on the hill beside my house
Between the road head, the road rage, the DUIs
You've got many roads to follow down the pupils of your eyes
And if the stars just look the same after hours on my bike
I guess i fucked it up again but all I can do is try try try try
All I can do is try try try try
All you can do is try try try try
Credits
Writer(s): Saoirse Oleander
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