to live & die in columbus, ohio
Setting up the dominoes
How I love to watch them fall
Well that's how the story goes
Not a fight that's hard to call
Stealing pieces of the rainbow
Won't get you very far at all
Too cold-blooded for this rodeo
Can you feed me the fireball
I'm searching for my very soul
At the bottom of this toilet bowl
If it means, complete control
Fly me from the top of this flagpole
Really wondering, what's the end goal
Bureaucratic, thought patrol
There was more smoke on the grassy knoll
Than yo hablo español
Let the sadness boil over
Hear the steam pour out your ears
Getting hotter, can't take much longer
Getting louder, still no one hears
I don't blame them, I'm just a stranger
Whining about my wasted years
If you're listening, you hear me now
All I ask for, is that you cheer
I beat this stutter, into my mouth
I beat it in but I can't beat it out
Shut the shutters, close the blinds
I am slowly losing my mind
Push the boulder, climb up the hill
Or feel the crushing weight of standing still
Rest my shoulders, in the trebuchet
Cannon fodder for flower bouquets
Feeling lost, in the sea
Trapped in abandoned submarines
Why's it mean so much to me
When I die how I'll be seen
It hurts, it gets hard to breathe
I felt the same way at seventeen
Murmur passion, breathless too
Leave me nameless, a plate of food
Talking backwards, what do you do
Play the court jester, play the fool
Naked language, in the sky
Take me somewhere, nobody knows
What a waste, to live and die
In Columbus, Ohio
How I love to watch them fall
Well that's how the story goes
Not a fight that's hard to call
Stealing pieces of the rainbow
Won't get you very far at all
Too cold-blooded for this rodeo
Can you feed me the fireball
I'm searching for my very soul
At the bottom of this toilet bowl
If it means, complete control
Fly me from the top of this flagpole
Really wondering, what's the end goal
Bureaucratic, thought patrol
There was more smoke on the grassy knoll
Than yo hablo español
Let the sadness boil over
Hear the steam pour out your ears
Getting hotter, can't take much longer
Getting louder, still no one hears
I don't blame them, I'm just a stranger
Whining about my wasted years
If you're listening, you hear me now
All I ask for, is that you cheer
I beat this stutter, into my mouth
I beat it in but I can't beat it out
Shut the shutters, close the blinds
I am slowly losing my mind
Push the boulder, climb up the hill
Or feel the crushing weight of standing still
Rest my shoulders, in the trebuchet
Cannon fodder for flower bouquets
Feeling lost, in the sea
Trapped in abandoned submarines
Why's it mean so much to me
When I die how I'll be seen
It hurts, it gets hard to breathe
I felt the same way at seventeen
Murmur passion, breathless too
Leave me nameless, a plate of food
Talking backwards, what do you do
Play the court jester, play the fool
Naked language, in the sky
Take me somewhere, nobody knows
What a waste, to live and die
In Columbus, Ohio
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Writer(s): Hunter Hart
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