Lyrics: Kenneth Beasley
Music: Owen Jackson/Garrett Orseno/Kenneth Beasley
again I ask you to please not
interrupt the song that is my lifee
I know you feel the shots
In the line of fire
and I remember now Why I got tired
Purple Hearts
You could give up the gun
Here and the now
You could
build a new innuedendo
Keep it up like a pretty
cresencdo
til the sound goes out.
forget what you envisioned
baby lose your mind and
Put your hands over your ears
now I’m not one to lie
I’ve got this dirty little habit
where I tell the truth
whatever makes the flowers bloom.
i went broke on it all
my change is in the well
solitude was the price
without a chance in hell.
now it’s frozen, too late.
eating my rotten choices.
all on
my own
with no plate.
i can taste devotion.
You could give up the gun
Here and the now
You could
build a new innuedendo
Keep it up like a pretty
cresencdo
til the sound goes out.
forget what you envisioned
baby lose your mind and
Put your hands over your ears
now I’m not one to lie
I’ve got this dirty little habit
where I tell the truth
whatever makes the flowers bloom.
past lover won’t you
say your name
your name
I can’t remember
anything or dream