Bleak

You don't call me babe
Am I what you crave
When I'm off the rails
So bleak
You say use your sleeve freak

And when we're getting stoned
The trees are full of crows
Follow me home
So bleak
What the hell should I think

At the ATM
When we're checking in
With the money screen
I see you texting him things

You can turn me into a killer
Play me like a violin
Cut ties
Little Irish goodbye

She's not a sure thing
Like you thought she was
And just because
You want to cause a scene
She's not a simple machine
Like you hoped she'd be
And just because
You want to cause a scene

You don't call me babe
Am I what you crave
When I'm off the rails
So bleak
You say use your sleeve freak

And when we're getting stoned
The trees are full of crows
Follow me home
So bleak
What the hell should I think



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Royal
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