Concrete Rivers

These concrete rivers carry me down
I don't feel like living but I don't want to drown
Every little pebble that gets caught in my shoe
Reminds me of home, reminds me of you

And I'm in over my head
And I'm in over my head
Over my head

A bullet echoes into the night
You don't have to put me up, just don't put up a fight
My blood is a puddle that collects all the rain
My bones are the table at which you all pray

And you're in over your head
And you're in over your head
Over your head

And if there is a heaven, do you see yourself there?
Walking for miles and miles in a land without air

And we're in over our heads
And we're in over our heads
Over our heads

And we're in over our heads



Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Farrell
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