Bad News Sticks

So much for apathy
And scraping up your knees
The Midwest is a tease
And missing out is universal

E stands for everything
And bloody means the same
No matter where you live or who you call
When bad news sticks to you

Is it easy to believe
That distance and disease
Separate the six degrees?

And the day will come
When you make someone
Make someone want to stay

Dress down the calendar
The fashion in decline
Pacific Standard Time is slow
So ask yourself

Am I a lucky star
Or am I like a prayer
Or do I even dare to peel away
The off white face again?

You can see it on the screen
A guest in the machine
Never saying what you mean

And the day will come when
You make someone
Make someone want to stay

Stay
Wanna stay?



Credits
Writer(s): David Dwyane King, James Diers, Evan Forrest Olcott, Rob Simonds, Matthew Thomas Friesen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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