Siphon-swallow your history
Spared doses of destroyed
If only your brain would obey
Your soul that's now annoyed
The pool's never flat but it comes close enough
You'll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun
Regular hyper-hits of caffeine and cold beer
Hold those ankles sturdy-ready-steady amidst air you hold dear
A non-synthetic light awaits this false dysphoria
The fruit's fallen far from the tree but in the same forest it succumbs
The pool's never flat but it comes close enough
You'll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun
Singing to an ancient hymn
Seeking someone else
Pitching tents in synagogues
Praying something will sell
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Siphon-swallow your history
Spared doses of destroyed
If only your brain would obey
Your soul that's now annoyed
The pool's never flat but it comes close enough
You'll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun
Regular hyper-hits of caffeine and cold beer
Hold those ankles sturdy-ready-steady amidst air you hold dear
A non-synthetic light awaits this false dysphoria
The fruit's fallen far from the tree but in the same forest it succumbs
The pool's never flat but it comes close enough
You'll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun
Singing to an ancient hymn
Seeking someone else
Pitching tents in synagogues
Praying something will sell
Spared doses of destroyed
If only your brain would obey
Your soul that's now annoyed
The pool's never flat but it comes close enough
You'll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun
Regular hyper-hits of caffeine and cold beer
Hold those ankles sturdy-ready-steady amidst air you hold dear
A non-synthetic light awaits this false dysphoria
The fruit's fallen far from the tree but in the same forest it succumbs
The pool's never flat but it comes close enough
You'll never have a perfect day, buddy, put down that gun
Singing to an ancient hymn
Seeking someone else
Pitching tents in synagogues
Praying something will sell
Writer: Andrew Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid