Leftovers

Watching stars and passing cars
You were on your fourth, my feelings were forced
You see, the climate's changing but I, I'm not
Been waiting for a year for a taxi I thought

The feelings from after, they get pretty old
Like fridge leftovers they can start to mold
I'm closing this chapter and truth be told
Those fridge leftovers, yeah, they're gonna mold
You put me inside of a neat container
And stowed me unfree in the forty degree

You sold your life to the men who fight
You cut off all your hair and the past lies there
You see, my tires always got me so damn stuck
But I got a new car now
No more bad luck

It's alright, you're a memory now
I can dream with my head in the clouds

Feelings from after, they get pretty old
Like fridge leftovers they can start to mold
You put me inside of a neat container
And stowed me unfree in the forty degree
Now I'm free
Free



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Hinrichs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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