Son of a Gun

I land in forest town
Candied and sobered down
Here I am far from home
But I still feel
The sound of us

Son of a gun she is
Smoking around her kids
They're only seventeen
They've never seen
A touch of love

Spit a little kick in the gut
Til' it fits in her mouth
Not that any quick witted fucking
What's she about
Give a shit of luck to a prick
And he'll cry about
Wishing he was somebody else
In about a month

Anybody care to offer up a second air
We clock out
And our mothers reminisce memories
Where I was not
Annie was a weak little kid in her teenage foul
Any other day and he had her wait
She never made a sound

I am
Reaching out again
And there's so much to be who I can

Before ourselves
We must've broken a bone
Chasing us home
Choking me down
Rinsing your mouth
Whiting me out
Whiting me out

Once more
As the sun comes up
Brother and sons above
Since I was born this way
I'll never say
That I fucked up

Beckon me back again
Drive us around my head
I'm only twenty three
I've never seen
This kind of love



Credits
Writer(s): Sabrina Lin
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