Ages

Save me from the ending
Break my nose on your way out
Took a dream to the weekend
Woke up stranded on your couch

Oh, Oh, Oh

I've been running out of space for ages
Trying to find an easy way to say this
Take a good look
Of the world that you thought maybe would
Cover up what you lost
Everybody's waiting

Slip it under your tongue, babe
Wrote those books just to put em' up
Red wine and a four leaf clover
Messages with the ending sum

Oh, Oh, Oh

I've been running out of space for ages
Trying to find an easy way to say this
Take a good look
Of the world that you thought maybe would
Cover up what you lost
Everybody's waiting

The dancing has to end
Now the world is over
Burning through the last weed you got in Boulder
Mother Mary calls
And it's overblown
I hate to write a song
Could you please come over
Did somebody wrong
But it's good exposure



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Grantham
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