Celeste

Hair thin like paint
Chipping off the walls of a church
You dressed so well
It made me hurt
Yes it did

Celeste, you oughta be proud
Celeste, you oughta be proud
Celeste, you oughta be proud
You made it out

The burning sun
The pesky ones
They all end up the same
They all end up in graves

Celeste, you oughta be proud
Celeste, you oughta be proud
Celeste, you oughta be proud
You made it out

Won't you smile my way?
Won't you brighten my day?
Won't you please stay?
We'll both just fade away



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Williams
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