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Briston Maroney

Sort Of Stranger

 

Sort Of Stranger


I see you running out from the garden
Call in the kids. The floor is rotting
Brittle boned homes for adolescence
I guess we do turn into our parents

All of the discord, I thought I ran for, I don't want to feel more. I don't want to feel
And it just gets harder. I swear I feel further. I just want to feel you. Just wanna

If you're gone, who gets the toothbrush ready?
If you're gone, I'll watch too much TV
If you're gone, how do I go on living?
If you're gone, how do I go on?

Call it a cop out like hating a hometown
Knock on your window with leash in my mouth
I've been agent. I want to be anchored
You look right through me like some sort of stranger

All of the distance, I thought I missed it. I don't want to feel it. I don't want to feel
And it just gets harder. I swear I feel smaller. I just want to feel you. Just wanna

If you're gone, who gets the toothbrush ready?
When you're gone, I watch too much TV
If you're gone, how do I go on living?
If you're gone, how do I go on?

I won't say your name again
I'll hate words that resemble it

I won't say your name again
I'll hate words that resemble it

I won't say your name again
I won't say your name

done

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