Paraffin

Well I found my addiction
Now I'm throwing the beer mats
To get your attention
But it's not working
It must be a pretty entrancing ceiling
What am I good for
A brief glare turned stare
At the chair over there
I used to sink into it and lay my brain bare
Well these days it's all
Punk heads and garage heads and airheads
Blacked out on airbeds
And the rare chances
They've exercised other options
I'm shaking hands
With every single man in the mosh pit
I want to be someone but haven't
Managed to crack it
I'm scared
But your attitude is everything
That's what my grandma always said

And renegade blood
Rushes to your head
Sticking around this
Airport town is the only thing you dread
I recognise your scent in places that you haven't been
And the air around my hair
Smells like perfume and paraffin
And renegade blood
Rushes to your head
A big frown for the sinking town
You used to grow up in
I recognise your scent
In every place I'm visiting
And the air around my hair
Smells like perfume and paraffin

She said that attitude is everything



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Fraser Wood
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