Standing still
I dropped a quarter in your wishing well
Echoed back
I don’t want to feel this,
I don’t want to feel that
I don’t want to be here,
I don’t want to be that
Lover you love me
Everybody know it’s true
I get self involved
I don’t know if I’m well
You pull your weight in burden
Both your hands are hurting
Are you coming home this year, next week
Burn the pastors kids and find a new lament
Make a home to bury pointless dreams
Just don’t don’t let go
Come on, I love you
Come on, I love you
Georgia bound
All you bastards just making me look bad
I’m starving now, and
I don’t know if I’m well Hold on
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