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Bears In Trees

Not Santa Monica

 

Not Santa Monica

(album: Just Five More Minutes - 2017)


One day maybe we'll wear suits and ties walking
Down long isles with tears in our eyes
And one day maybe we'll be happy with what's given to us and
Not try to run through the forest, chasing pieces of dust

But right now, I am wondering if it'll always be this way
Right now, I am wondering if we'll always feel these growing pains
And I am wondering if we'll always wish on lights in the sky
And always keep these crossed hearts and hopes to die

And when you choke, I will
Break your ribs just to make sure you're alright
And when your lungs give in, I will
Sing your words out of time
And out of key
They mean the world to me
Yeah, they mean the world to me
So I'll just keep on singing

We'll move to Santa Monica someday
Wearing our teenage heartbreak
On the street, though we can't handle the heat
I'll wear my bad decisions on my face
Carefully hung around my eyelids
Carefully hung around my eyelids

I don't want you to drown
On the guilt of the things that you haven't done
And I don't want you to suffocate
On the inevitable things that will come

And you don't want me to drown
On the guilt of the things that I cannot do
And you don't want me to suffocate on
The inevitable things that will come soon

And I don't want you to drown
On the guilt of the things that you haven't done
And you don't want me to suffocate on
The inevitable things that will come

We'll move to Santa Monica someday
Wearing our teenage heartbreak
On the street, though we can't handle the heat
I'll wear my bad decisions on my face
Carefully hung around my eyelids
Carefully hung around my

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