Song for the Stitches

Fog surrounds what once was hallowed ground
And hilarity hangs like a fluid foaming cloud
Remember the days of unrelenting rain
When lying in stitches was all too ingrained

What's up dude
Not much, how are you
Well
I've been alright, some downpour ought to do
And if that task is not too much to ask
I'll hit the ground with my legs both moving fast

Window breath and a ukulele death
I gave a shrug and said it's for the best
My straw was drawn
With a fryer and a song
Holding my head above oil all along

Walk in line
Throw your cap
No thanks, I'll be holding mine
Overhead
Staring straight
Here's a CD, man

So hook my soul on a wooden fishing pole
Cast it far, be sure to keep your hold
For if it slips out of your iron grip
I'll be gone
Like a surplus of content



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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