Ghosts in the windows
Shards coming on and off
Slowly against our family, wonder off
Ghosts in the windows
Shards coming on and off
Slowly against our family, wonder off
A hard kid that said this for her and it's worthless
Blur in the church for certain in the craft
Make it a market like it's done for certain
The days for reciting the life is the type one
Life is coming, second coming, shit to hit the
Drinks are kicking licks is thick with
This might be it the private shit, we're stuck in that, we're fighting it
so this is it, the only real way now
Kick the shit, my lips know this, they owned in the playground
Owned it in ways now, as lone as the greyhound
brushes in the grave now
In many ways the days already very lemonade
But chasing tomatoes tastes best, was always set in place
We were shorts, shout all our thoughts out
So for now we pull our all out, we talk loud
But means on the green team searching for better states
Loose at the seams and we're thirsty for lemonade
Can't stick to work, on the jukebox
No tight loonies, ropes like loonies, hopes they grow right through me
Fine when we get it, we get it
We'll be fine, we'll be fine when we get it
Fine when we get it, when we get it
We'll be fine, we'll be fine when we get
Fine when we get it, we get it
We'll be fine, we'll be fine when we get it
Fine when we get it, when we get it
We'll be fine, we'll be fine when we get
Fine when we get it, we get it
We'll be fine, we'll be fine when we get it
Fine when we get it, when we get it
We'll be fine, we'll be fine when we get