Escritor: Troy Irvin Bittner, Joseph Kershaw Stevenson
Letras
I'm not close to your whisper
I'm not close to your whisper
The coal towns and carpet floors
Where I'm from they all want more
But the more I age the less I feel
Maybe I'll grow up this year
Something about the way this hurts
Four years but I'm the worst
And I lose sight where lines get blurred
Praying some day that I might learn
If I'm lost burn the churches
'Cause there's no souls left in Zion
The coal towns and carpet floors
Where I'm from they all want more
But the more I age the less I feel
Maybe I'll grow up this year
Something about the way this hurts
Four years but I'm the worst
And I lose sight where lines get blurred
Praying some day that I might learn
Troy Bittner
O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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