Gold

My head is like a dingy apartment
Frantic as New York City
Laughter cries, lullabies
A baby is born a young man dies
High-pitch screams a mothers hurting
Stoner collapses spoons are burning
Powder disappears throughout the night
Rent sleeps in missed the flight
The kite is high but you are low

Tears hide in rain, corks pop champagne
Winners and losers forget their names
Drunks laugh and watch the game
So push real hard the door opens faster
And save your tears for the morning after
And don't try to follow, the gold

Fornicators inside my phone
Travis Bickle drives alone
I can't go and you cant stay
When I meet god I'll ask him why
Pain drags and good times fly
I'm only happy when I'm high

Tears hide in rain, corks pop champagne
Winners and losers forget their names
Drunks laugh and watch the game
So push real hard the door opens faster
And save your tears for the morning after
And don't try to follow, the gold



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Vickary
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