Bury Me, At Makeout Creek
Album: Lightning Love
By: Ian Drake Kemper
By: Ian Drake Kemper
Duration
3:21
Genres
Lyrics
I left all my worries in the backseat of my car and dirty looks are only as unclean as you think they are but girl, you've got me sweating bullets princess hang up your gown, this dance floor has no room for you Finishing what I start and breaking hearts I've got it down to an art, I've got it down to an art Finishing what I start and breaking hearts I've got it down to an art, I've got it down to an art Recoil is chaos, give me one days rest I heard what qualifies as selfless And i'm done, keeping dreams beneath the mattress all the makeup in the world couldn't hide, what is really in that dress We're just boys and girls, in a cold hearted world toiling over fools and charades, but this is what we've grown to like, kids and outlaws alike