The 28
You thought you'd set yourself free
And you did, in a way
Branding new wings
Into your shoulder blades
You said, "Girl, turn around, you look good in my mirror."
You had a grip on death, but it's no surprise
It could see right through your Brooklyn eyes
So tell me now Baby, did you set it off again
Lit a match off the sun on the California coastline
And all I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You started
This
Now all of your friends
Live on ten different screens
All fucking themselves
Into reality
Now you gotta wear your history to work every morning
Do you see the propane tanks or the bloody gauze
Or the tattoo guns and the broken laws
So tell me now Baby, did you set it off again
Held up in your room in the middle of nowhere
And all I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You
So tell me now baby did you set her off again
In the back of your Dodge on the 28
All I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You
You started this
You started all of this
Started all of this
And you did, in a way
Branding new wings
Into your shoulder blades
You said, "Girl, turn around, you look good in my mirror."
You had a grip on death, but it's no surprise
It could see right through your Brooklyn eyes
So tell me now Baby, did you set it off again
Lit a match off the sun on the California coastline
And all I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You started
This
Now all of your friends
Live on ten different screens
All fucking themselves
Into reality
Now you gotta wear your history to work every morning
Do you see the propane tanks or the bloody gauze
Or the tattoo guns and the broken laws
So tell me now Baby, did you set it off again
Held up in your room in the middle of nowhere
And all I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You
So tell me now baby did you set her off again
In the back of your Dodge on the 28
All I ever wanted was to be some kind of friend to ya, Baby
You were broken, I was bent
Tracing the lines of an accident
You
You started this
You started all of this
Started all of this
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Writer(s): Gina Alibrio
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