We keep on bragging about our late nights
It's no use my alibis are air tight
We go on and on about the old days
They were bleak, I chose to sleep them all away
On this pull out couch of mine
Please don't open the blinds
Pull out couch of mine, It's all mine
I only wake up to save ya
From my real wrong side
And I count all the favours
And I take my time
It's alright
One in a million, thats what we've got
In this market those are fucking good odds
On the ol' production line
We tie our hearts entwined
We ignore all the signs
It's not yours, it's all mine
I only wade out to save ya
When the lake runs dry
And i promise to bake ya
On the sunny side
It's alright
You got all the parts of the equation
Sad, drunk, stoned, ranting and raving
They don't understand
Your pride is just a little bruised
Your hearts up hanging in a noose
Cause he don't wanna be your man
credits
from TBH,
released January 10, 2019
Written by James Seymour // Produced by WASTERS
Recorded at Def Wolf and James's bedroom
Engineered by Mark Matula and James Seymour
Mixed by James Seymour
Mastered by Tom Beard
Art by Keiren Jolly
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