Pack It Up (Demo)
Four scores and years ago
Abe Lincoln gave that speech
But just last week you told me
You didn't care if I breathe
You're seeing red I'm blue
The same album's on repeat
It's Purple Rain that's playing
While you yell in my passenger seat
Change your mind again my friend I'm worn out
Raise your voice some more I can't hear with the bridge loud
So cry me a river, darlin I'll move away next week
I hear the lights are bright and you're nowhere near the east
Just a quick chord change and an hour from sundown
Little Red Corvette playing as I head out
51 days today
Boy it's been quite the feat
But knock me down again
Just for a hit of weed
Wanna be a star pupil but I need to take the edge off
Step into my shoes it's fucking hard not to get lost
Make up your mind I'm drowning in the uncertainty
Up and down around your teeth they just continue to sink
You're out for blood I'm hanging onto the pink cloud
Out digging graves I'm just trying to sing loud
So cry me a river, darlin I'll move away next week
I'll pack it up and drive until I see what I haven't seen
Just a quick chord change and an hour from sundown
Little Red Corvette playing as I head out
So cry me a river, darlin blink and you won't recognize me
Might look the same but just sit down and wait til I fucking speak
Close your eyes and see I'm someone else now
Had pocket aces I found a way out
Abe Lincoln gave that speech
But just last week you told me
You didn't care if I breathe
You're seeing red I'm blue
The same album's on repeat
It's Purple Rain that's playing
While you yell in my passenger seat
Change your mind again my friend I'm worn out
Raise your voice some more I can't hear with the bridge loud
So cry me a river, darlin I'll move away next week
I hear the lights are bright and you're nowhere near the east
Just a quick chord change and an hour from sundown
Little Red Corvette playing as I head out
51 days today
Boy it's been quite the feat
But knock me down again
Just for a hit of weed
Wanna be a star pupil but I need to take the edge off
Step into my shoes it's fucking hard not to get lost
Make up your mind I'm drowning in the uncertainty
Up and down around your teeth they just continue to sink
You're out for blood I'm hanging onto the pink cloud
Out digging graves I'm just trying to sing loud
So cry me a river, darlin I'll move away next week
I'll pack it up and drive until I see what I haven't seen
Just a quick chord change and an hour from sundown
Little Red Corvette playing as I head out
So cry me a river, darlin blink and you won't recognize me
Might look the same but just sit down and wait til I fucking speak
Close your eyes and see I'm someone else now
Had pocket aces I found a way out
Credits
Writer(s): Atlee Champion
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