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Silver
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I'm hungover in Minneapolis
Ain't made no goddamn money and I'm over it
My friends are fucking in the next room
I'm sick and I'm tired and I wanna go home to you
I talked to you last night for an hour
And I swear I played your song just a little bit louder
But one catchy tune for my girl just ain't enough
'Cause I hate to admit it, but I think I'm falling in love
So baby, I'm coming home
The road carries me just where I need to go
This lady got me feeling all funny
And if she took my hand, I'd give away all my money
Well, everybody's just passing through tonight
They're upstairs smoking weed while I scream my life
Yeah, the least y'all could do is come and watch me cry
And maybe leave a little in my jar whenever you walk by
I'm so tired of being anywhere but next to you
And when I get back home, you bet we got some talking to do
The road ain't all it's cracked up to be
'Cause right now I wish I had you next to me
So baby, I'm coming home
The road carries me just where I need to go
This lady done stole my heart
Maybe next time I hit the road, I won't go so far
So tell me, whatcha gonna do?
Are your lovers all just pastimes, or are they true?
I've got one more silver lining:
At least I know I'm feeling if I'm crying.
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Clean sheets mean a lot to a guy who sleeps on the floor
I wanted your love and a shelf on your dresser drawer
You tucked me in, stopped my tossing and turning
But I turned back the covers and I saw those sheets are dirty
Even though you'll never come clean, you know it's true
Those sheets are dirty and so are you
The warmth of a bed to a guy who sleeps on the floor
Was enough to perpetuate all the lies I heard before
Now I want to hold you, gotta hold my pillow instead
'Cause my pillow will never lie or be with a stranger in my bed
Even though you'll never come clean, you know it's true
Those sheets are dirty and so are you
Where's the love I was looking for?
It's out the door
I'm afraid to see you anymore
So it's back on the floor
'Cause those sheets are dirty
Woke up this morning alone on the floor
Thinking about those clean sheets and the way it was before
When I looked in the mirror I saw your face and thought of the past
But now I know how dirty you are, took my fist and smashed the glass
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Adrienne Rae Ash Fort Collins, Colorado
I play guitar and sing in Plasma Canvas. Sometimes I write and record things that need their own space, so this is that space.
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