Sprained Ankle - Audiotree Live Version
Wish I could write songs about anything other than death
I can't go to bed without drawing the red shaven operas
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts
Spit on a microphone breaking my voice
Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk
Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?
Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
Sprinter, learning away
Marathon running, my ankles are sprained
Marathon running, my ankles are sprained
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I can't go to bed without drawing the red shaven operas
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts
Spit on a microphone breaking my voice
Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk
Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?
Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
Sprinter, learning away
Marathon running, my ankles are sprained
Marathon running, my ankles are sprained
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Julien Baker
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