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Everybody's Worried About Owen

Mawce

 

Mawce

(アルバム: There Are Leeches In Denton Lake - 2021)


(Alright. One, two, three, four)

Everything's coming up roses
Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end
I'm searching for the problem and I'm looking for a positive
Maybe I'll see a few old friends
With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture and we've been left behind
Oh, why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?

So I'll give myself a name
Something stupid and pretentious like Mawce spelled with a C
And I'll hope all the cool kids who graduated but stayed judgemental will finally accept me

And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into the over-drinking night that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, for New York

Step off the plane, hop into the sedan
I return to the house, not a kid, not a man
Screaming "Everyone hear it for the eight-four five"
Where complacency rules and the kids only die
If they stray from the mark, if they keep themselves clean
And they tore down the park, now I'm stuck in my dreams

And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, for New York

An orange and yellow armada of delivery trucks is all I can see from the window of this Uber
I'm reminded that the world won't stop for me
But no one ever really stops to think

And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into the over-drinking night that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York

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