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The Weeks

Ain't My Stop

 

Ain't My Stop

(album: Dear Bo Jackson - 2013)


What's more American than TV static in the dark? Just to spite you, it's the strangest of habits. I haven't slept in days, my mind feels crazed, it's not my life. I know the feeling goin over the brink and we all begin praying when the boat starts to sink. And you'll scream, "Hold on, you got this all wrong, it's not my life"

Well, I'm not supposed to die like this, I'm supposed to be somewhere else. At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself. When no one rose to pick the souls, but I'm glad with the one I got. Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain't my stop, this ain't my stop

Run me out of your town, see I'm the cause of your conflict. And I spit on the paper, sea of damaged the points like if I'm bleeding don't stop it, it's more than a prophet, it's my life. But lately it's crazy, the sweating, the freezin and I change like the leaves or the decay of the seasons. Put the gun in your pocket, tell the driver to stop it, it's my life

Well, I'm not supposed to die like this, I'm supposed to be somewhere else. At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself. When no one rose to pick the souls, but I'm glad with the one I got. Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain't my stop, this ain't my stop

The beginning of life, I guess it's more than a concept and the handles are stolen so the train hasn't stopped yet. Had a dream but I lost it, a hole in my pocket, it's my life. And the windows are broken and the building we live in keeps the rain from our faces but it let's all the ghosts in. Heard a heart that quit beatin and the city kept blinkin, it's my life

Well, I'm not supposed to die like this, I'm supposed to be somewhere else. At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself. When no one rose to pick the souls, but I'm glad with the one I got. Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain't my stop, this ain't my stop

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