Bottle Blonde

My skin feels like it's gonna fall off
So dry, outside, in the wintertime
Done my hair, not goin' anywhere
Do my face like it's late on a Friday night

My skin feels like it's gonna fall off
So dry, outside, in the wintertime
Done my hair, not goin' anywhere
Do my face like it's late on a Friday night

I'm drivin' down the freeway
Thinkin' of how I got this way
When did I get so mean?
What age should I come unclean?

Take a walk in my childhood neighborhood
Scare the kids like a ghost in a horror film
I am a paper cut that won't heal
Can't help but feel like I'm always overwhelmed

Take a walk in my childhood neighborhood
Scare the kids like a ghost in a horror film
I am a paper cut that won't heal
Can't help but feel like I'm always overwhelmed

I'm drivin' down the freeway
Thinkin' of how I got this way
When did I get so mean?
What age should I come unclean?

I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone
I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone
I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone
I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm (long gone, I'm long gone)

I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone
I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone
I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone
I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone, I'm long gone



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Kraemer-hopkins, Katie Fischer, Kathleen Branscom
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