Yellow Dress
I threw your memory to the ground
Burned our Polaroid, I scratched you all out
Rode back home quarter to three
Nights left as a mystery
You lit the cigarettes and blew them all out
Stuffing the memories to forward the doubt
Raining of anxiety
Scorching words to set me free
What I perceived her to be
Power vested, lost inside of me
Never wanted her to choose
If she'd have known what I was willing to lose
She bore a half-faced, old school blood on her hand
She tore her red-dressed T-shirt over my head
She holds a grudge on her brain, drives her insane
Gets her carried away
She rode a freight train, old stain over my head
She wore her black-dress red lipstick when he's dead
She poured on the rain, smiled and she sang
And she threw it away
And she rolled the ashes all the way to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down to the grave
It bled right down her brain
Drove me point of insane
Smashed the picture frame and it buried away
Stole me to that house
Point of all the doubt
Smashed it over the mouth and it buried away
I wiped away the tears
Moved on through the years
Drained in elements, had them buried away
To go down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down to the grave
She bore a half-faced old-school blood on her hand
A red-dress T-shirt over my head
A grudge on her brain
Drives her insane, gets her carried away
She rode a freight train, old stain over my head
She wore her black dress, red lipstick when it's dead
She poured on the rain, smiled and she sang
And she threw it away
And she rolled the ashes all the way to the
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down
Down to the grave
I wiped away the tears
Moved on through the years
Drained in elements
Had them buried away
She bore a high-faced, old-school blood on her hand
A yellow dress, red lipstick when he's dead
A grudge on her brain
Drives her insane, gets her carried away
Burned our Polaroid, I scratched you all out
Rode back home quarter to three
Nights left as a mystery
You lit the cigarettes and blew them all out
Stuffing the memories to forward the doubt
Raining of anxiety
Scorching words to set me free
What I perceived her to be
Power vested, lost inside of me
Never wanted her to choose
If she'd have known what I was willing to lose
She bore a half-faced, old school blood on her hand
She tore her red-dressed T-shirt over my head
She holds a grudge on her brain, drives her insane
Gets her carried away
She rode a freight train, old stain over my head
She wore her black-dress red lipstick when he's dead
She poured on the rain, smiled and she sang
And she threw it away
And she rolled the ashes all the way to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down to the grave
It bled right down her brain
Drove me point of insane
Smashed the picture frame and it buried away
Stole me to that house
Point of all the doubt
Smashed it over the mouth and it buried away
I wiped away the tears
Moved on through the years
Drained in elements, had them buried away
To go down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down to the grave
She bore a half-faced old-school blood on her hand
A red-dress T-shirt over my head
A grudge on her brain
Drives her insane, gets her carried away
She rode a freight train, old stain over my head
She wore her black dress, red lipstick when it's dead
She poured on the rain, smiled and she sang
And she threw it away
And she rolled the ashes all the way to the
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down to the grave
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down
Down to the grave
I wiped away the tears
Moved on through the years
Drained in elements
Had them buried away
She bore a high-faced, old-school blood on her hand
A yellow dress, red lipstick when he's dead
A grudge on her brain
Drives her insane, gets her carried away
Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Mcclendon
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