White Flag

Paint it on the arm there sonny
Don't cry when the ink gets runny
Bold font on flesh and blood

Sketch it on the walls so funny
Paint it in the sky so lovely
Show us all what you're made of
And sho us now what you really love

Dig a little deeper buddy
Even try when the days get heavy
What you're scratching at needs to come undone
What you're getting at needs to see the sun

Tell me that my soul's not leaking yet
Tell me we're not too far to reset
Tell me we're not raising no white flag yet
Yet
Tell me we're not looking at the pieces

Tuck it in the folds there honey
Quit trying to change your body
Don't you know that it'll never stay
And Hollywood makes ten a day (ten a day)

Tell me that my soul's not leaking yet
Tell me we're not too far to reset
Tell me we're not raising no white flag yet
Yet
Tell me we're not looking at the pieces
Yet
Yet oh
Ooh oh oh oh Ooh oh oh oh Ooh oh oh oh whoa

Get it in the arm there sonny
Don't cry when the ink gets runny
Bold font on the flesh and blood



Credits
Writer(s): Weston Taylor Hine
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