73+27=Indiana-5

Duration

4:41

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Description

Lyrics

We found out two days later that Alex headed towards the door when his heart exploded He collapsed and died on the floor After I get the image of his angel tattooed on my back I’m moving to a new town Buy a new house to forget the lack Can you let down your guard Break through your aquitard This town is no greeting card Will you admit your mistake From the bottom of the lake The pressure is making my hands shake Never admit my mistake Not with all that’s at stake Girls learn to bake a cake My friends mistake my sincerity as a joke You can’t go down that hallway There’s no oxygen in smoke Everybody is telling Stories of houses burning down But it’s the good times That are driving me out of this town Can you let down your guard Break through your aquitard This town is no greeting card Will you admit your mistake (This is an island make of brick) From the bottom of the lake (So you gotta get out quick) The pressure is making my hands shake Never admit my mistake Not with all that’s at stake This town is so fake I’m going to drink Until everything is wrong We stay too young To deal with this grief Fuck it I’ll be Drinking all month long A salary would be A ticket to some relief From this grief Me and my niece Need some piece Ohio, Ohio, Ohio Forget the last breathe Breathing in yellow orange and black So I’m singing songs about death cause I’m not going back Can you let down your guard Break through your aquitard This town is no greeting card Will you admit your mistake (This is an island make of brick) From the bottom of the lake (So you gotta get out quick) The pressure is making my hands shake I’ll never admit my mistake Not with all that’s at stake I’ll never admit my mistake It’s my life to break