Station No. 3

In front of station number three
I found out how much you really meant to me
We'd built a home,
Washed it with the siren drone
In front of station number three

Stuck in some words we knew would sting
And said some shit
We really needed to mean
We threw our hearts
On both sides of the yard
In front of station number three

Who knew that a life
Was it ever life at all?
They watched us bring the whole house down
You won't bite
And neither would I
We blame it all on cortisol

We really thought he'd lay us smooth and flat
We painted his room
And a bought a little Dodgers cap
But the paint on your face,
Had fallen out of place
Down to your hands held in your lap

Who knew that a life
Was it ever life at all?
They watched us bring the whole house down
You won't bite
And neither would I
We blame it all on cortisol



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Rowe
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