The Inquirer

This town feels like a novel
Did you ever get that tattoo?
Life feels like a movie
That I'm sleeping through
Big lizard in the backseat
Kinda looks like you
I'm the inquirer of the worst best news

You're the cold I can't kick
All the sleep that I miss
An aquarium full of every word I let slip
You could write them all down or
Say them aloud or
Use them to start another fire
For the Inquirer
The Inquirer

Oh, Charise I wish you saw
The snow last night
Surrounding you in the flood lights
I heard there's better bowling on the west side
That bar was the last place we saw you alive

You're the cold I can't kick
All my lost words
An aquarium full of every song you've ever heard
You could write them all down or
Sing them aloud
Lift it up then cut the wire
For the Inquirer

The Inquirer

Good morning, I miss you
I won't start a fight
Good morning, I love you
No I can't get this right
Good morning, I hate you
But how'd you sleep last night?
Good morning, I missed you
This is what you wanted, right?



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Johnston
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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