thats not the peace treaty, thats a copy of the peace treaty

I woke to find
A hole in me
Where I knew my
Stomach should be
I start to cry
When I think of clouds
That touch the sky
And never come down
I'm jealous of
The plants and grass
That stay outside
And dont get called back
To clean the house
Or feed the dog
They just keep growing
And getting walked on
Take your time
Breathe easy
You're alright
You'll see
Cover up
All of your scars
And wear them out
Under the stars
So if you find
Your peace of mind
In a shitty diner
Off 95
Well that's just fine
But its not mine
Jersey turnpike
Is not a life
You're heading out
But I'm still stuck
My shoes are glued
You took your shoes off
I scrape it off and scrape it off
You're already gone
I'm so in love, I'm so in love
I hate your guts

Cut to the chase
Just cut to the chase
Oh these vignettes feel out of place
Just cut to the chase
Contractual depressive states
I've gotta go
I'm running late



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Daniels, Shane Hahnel
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