Marigold (Acoustic)

I saw the sirens soak the blades of your cut lawn
Just like the violence on your TV
Turn it up, I'll sing along
Thank god for nihilists
Wouldn't want no friends of mine to paint a picture of the purpose
Where you went, why you'd gone and got your gut pumped
We all knew that you were done with starting over
But you're clean, my four-leaf clover

I wish I was dead
I wish I had pretended to be somebody else
A little less quiet
You need a box fan just to shut both your eyelids
Oyster sick, dogs in your eyelids (?)
Oyster sick, dogs in your legs swim (?)

I overheard your Sunday, blessed be (?)
Quiet, she's coming under

It's done
It's done



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Evans
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