They say sink or swim but I'm just floating here
Mindlessly, mindfully, minding my own
I don't know your name, but I sure felt the blame
I dove right in, opened eyes, breathed in and out
And passively, patiently played with a knife
I know it's not right, could we just leave tonight?
3, 2, wake up, with your hand in mine
I'm all worn down, in the desert heat you came to me
You pulled the sheets off of my eyes in an old motel near Dixie
I won't come around, wake right up, change the unchanged
Do you think of me, lose your sleep, twinkle an eye?
I'll call for you dear, as the ending draws near
You life me up, set me down in a one horse town
I opened up, swallowed whole, will you forgive me?
Ignore my disguise, you have your mother's eyes
3, 2, wake up, with your hand in mine
I'm all worn down, in the desert heat you came to me
You pulled the sheets off of my eyes in an old motel near Dixie
I cried for you, died for you, bled out again
Coroner tell the truth, was I ever alive?
I wander the coast, a pure honest ghost
3, 2, wake up, with your hand in mine
I'm all worn down, in the desert heat you came to me
You pulled the sheets off of my eyes in an old motel near Dixie
credits
from Bright Boy,
released July 5, 2017
Written by Corey Crellin
Produced by Stephen Cope of Studio Dada and Corey Crellin
Mastered by Cade Thalman
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