Could I

My hands are eager
My head's getting meaner
They call it seeing red
Seeing black and blue instead

My chest's feeling heavy
Relief costs a pretty penny
If I get on my knees and pray
Could I get used to the weight

Could I get used to this headache?

Could I get used to this first aid?

Doctor says I'm getting better
Even though, there's plenty I don't tell her
I should make use of my time
God knows I can't afford it my whole life

Bet a dollar, I'll stay in Georgia
Better get out, there's nothing here for you
But even from hours away
Could I call you every other day

Could I get used to this headache?

Could I get used to this first aid?

Could I get off of this door frame?

Could I get out of this first name?



Credits
Writer(s): Charlotte Messer, Ian Aviña, Leon Bushelman, Matty Mabry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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