Tinted Gold
Saturday night and we're catching up
It's been a while since we spoke last Summer
You died your hair just to cover up
To brighten up only the exterior
I ask about how it's been for you
The winds of change have been moving through these parts
I'm not so sure if they've caught you too
Across the bar stool the distance feels so far
And I don't know just why that is
Maybe you're unhappy
Maybe you're unfulfilled
Maybe our way
Is a way that fills you with dread
When you could read minds with that intellect
Life in the old valley
Feels like its gonna kill
Everyone's moved away
And the town feels still
And all the country walks all have dead ends
Two years later on a Thursday night
You're suited up and the cotton smells of smoke
Our focus turns to the city heights
No more hair dye, but you hid the way you spoke
You say don't worry, this drink's on me
This Thursday night is the first off in a while
Burn through champagne like the grand prix
We're laughing hard but there's something off with your smile
And I don't know just what it is
Maybe you're unhappy
Maybe you're unfulfilled
The space the old country
Left is filled
With superficial trends, and hollow talk
Life in the big city
With all the constant thrills
And the new money
Can seem lonely still
When there's no one there, and your old friends are back home
So you fill the space with work and alcohol
Through the back window, the present never holds
If you're viewing it, through rose tinted gold
And I don't believe it when you say you're golden
It's been a while since we spoke last Summer
You died your hair just to cover up
To brighten up only the exterior
I ask about how it's been for you
The winds of change have been moving through these parts
I'm not so sure if they've caught you too
Across the bar stool the distance feels so far
And I don't know just why that is
Maybe you're unhappy
Maybe you're unfulfilled
Maybe our way
Is a way that fills you with dread
When you could read minds with that intellect
Life in the old valley
Feels like its gonna kill
Everyone's moved away
And the town feels still
And all the country walks all have dead ends
Two years later on a Thursday night
You're suited up and the cotton smells of smoke
Our focus turns to the city heights
No more hair dye, but you hid the way you spoke
You say don't worry, this drink's on me
This Thursday night is the first off in a while
Burn through champagne like the grand prix
We're laughing hard but there's something off with your smile
And I don't know just what it is
Maybe you're unhappy
Maybe you're unfulfilled
The space the old country
Left is filled
With superficial trends, and hollow talk
Life in the big city
With all the constant thrills
And the new money
Can seem lonely still
When there's no one there, and your old friends are back home
So you fill the space with work and alcohol
Through the back window, the present never holds
If you're viewing it, through rose tinted gold
And I don't believe it when you say you're golden
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Writer(s): Asher Mohr
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