Gone

At a distance watching you shake the tree
We've been growing, that fruits gone down the stream
But I can turn my cheek on, bad days gone by

Given up the fight to keep your smile from turning
Every little thing becomes a war
And if I lift an eyebrow, I am the problem
Come summer I'll be gone

Wish I knew you, kept an ear by the door
Holding on to all that's piled up in your drawer
Now I see your frame for those who disagree
Try to fool me with your big book of beliefs

Given up the fight to keep your smile from turning
Every little thing becomes a war
And if I leave tomorrow, I am the problem
Come summer I'll be gone

At a distance meant to keep me in line
Stepping out into the clear night

Given up the fight to keep your smile from turning
Every little thing becomes a war
And if I lift an eyebrow, I am the problem
Come summer I'll be gone

Given up the fight to keep your smile from turning
Every little thing becomes a war
And if I leave tomorrow, I am the problem
Come summer I'll be gone



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Ray
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