Bored Nothing - Charlie's Creek - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Bored Nothing

album: Bored Nothing

You'd pick me up in that same silver car
We'd camp by the road and look up at the stars
And in the morn' i'd shave in the side mirror
And we'd laugh "how'd we get to be here?"
And i'd smell my own past
In each blade of the grass
The window would break with my hand wrapped up tight
In an old shirt i'd found then i'd let you inside
And oh the colours of my faded youth
From all the years that i wish i'd known you
And the house would expand
With each brush from your hand
There's wine in the pantry so we'd drink what was there
Then we'd lie on the floor blowing smoke through our hair
And we'd ponder how every thing's fucked
And maybe promise to both kill ourselves
And i'd listen hard
To each word you discard
I would forget to be sad all the time
And you would forget how you fucked up your life
And how your husband's not home half the time
And you never take time out to write

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