Grass Getting Greener

She watches romance movies
And turns it off before the end
She's got laundry on the floor
Her lamplight, it's golden
The sticker on her carton board, memento
Never really sticks, never really sticks
...
He plays chess with the highway
It's trash but it's scenic
His records hold him like the ocean,
Like the ocean holds water
He hides disdain with platitude
Like Mary, moreover
Everybody wants the truth
But nobody looks at you
I hear her breathing when the winds blowing through
I smell her ethos like rain in the morning residue
I fight this feeling of fever
The grass getting greener
Yeah
...
She picks out all the hit songs
Good hook and a chorus
He only likes B-side's
The ones with no chorus
I lay down beside the water to be with you
Quite humbly perfect repetition
Repetition, repetition
Everybody wants the truth
But no one really looks at you
I hear her breathing when the winds blowing through
I smell her ethos like rain in the morning residue
I fight this feeling of fever
The Grass getting Greener
The Grass getting Greener
Greener
The Grass getting Greener
Greener
The Grass getting Greener
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Charles D Holt, Darby Joseph Mcglone, Lawrence Selby Austin, Webster J Austin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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