Hephaestus
I feel so free
She wasn't good enough
For me
Days pass like smoke
In the breeze
Yeah my second hand cough
Starts to take me
Yeah
Dead outside the outcrop
My legs hurt when I walk
I feel kinda overworked
And I might stop
I've heard the things they talk
I never get just what I want
I always fall in love
With the wrong ones
What do you want
Is it magic
Hold your thumb out
To traffic
They never stop for you tragic
I'm past it
Blowing the smoke and the ashes
Hoping that you can catch it
She was your box of matches
And now you have your own
Sometimes I cannot see
Past all the dues and the deadlines
And fees
I do not need
Anyone slowing me down
Constantly
Passed out at the quick stop
Dreaming about fake love
Me and them never seem to
Keep in touch
Days just kinda go by
But I'm feeling alright
It's not the end of the world
It's just life
What do you want
Is it magic
Hold your thumb out
To traffic
They never stop for you tragic
I'm past it
Blowing the smoke and the ashes
Hoping that you can catch it
She was your box of matches
And now you have your own
She wasn't good enough
For me
Days pass like smoke
In the breeze
Yeah my second hand cough
Starts to take me
Yeah
Dead outside the outcrop
My legs hurt when I walk
I feel kinda overworked
And I might stop
I've heard the things they talk
I never get just what I want
I always fall in love
With the wrong ones
What do you want
Is it magic
Hold your thumb out
To traffic
They never stop for you tragic
I'm past it
Blowing the smoke and the ashes
Hoping that you can catch it
She was your box of matches
And now you have your own
Sometimes I cannot see
Past all the dues and the deadlines
And fees
I do not need
Anyone slowing me down
Constantly
Passed out at the quick stop
Dreaming about fake love
Me and them never seem to
Keep in touch
Days just kinda go by
But I'm feeling alright
It's not the end of the world
It's just life
What do you want
Is it magic
Hold your thumb out
To traffic
They never stop for you tragic
I'm past it
Blowing the smoke and the ashes
Hoping that you can catch it
She was your box of matches
And now you have your own
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Writer(s): James Kreger
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