You misplace your commas take your breaths a bit to late
Now you can't make up for time that you never let run away
You're so good at being useful nothing ever goes to waste
Smoke myself into a stupor so the clouds above my head don't look so
Grey
You're showing off your succulents
To prove that all the time you've spent
Has not be wasted at a company where you don't have a single friend
The hours drip like honey down the back of god's big turtle shell
You're feet are stuck as you're surrounded be a monotonous hell
I thought we'd make it out, that creativity would never die
But I've been fighting with myself, it's such a god damn waste of time
You sent me a postcard to prove that you can still write
You're words flow like a pee stream sneaking through the bathroom door late at night
I wish your voice weren't so quiet. If it's still there I hope you find it
It's note too late
Better Promises - Succulents from Scotland (feat. Brandon Growss) Lyrics
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You misplace your commas take your breaths a bit to late
Now you can't make up for time that you never let run away
You're so good at being useful nothing ever goes to waste
Smoke myself into a stupor so the clouds above my head don't look so
Grey
You're showing off your succulents
To prove that all the time you've spent
Has not be wasted at a company where you don't have a single friend
The hours drip like honey down the back of god's big turtle shell
You're feet are stuck as you're surrounded be a monotonous hell
I thought we'd make it out, that creativity would never die
But I've been fighting with myself, it's such a god damn waste of time
You sent me a postcard to prove that you can still write
You're words flow like a pee stream sneaking through the bathroom door late at night
I wish your voice weren't so quiet. If it's still there I hope you find it
It's note too late
Now you can't make up for time that you never let run away
You're so good at being useful nothing ever goes to waste
Smoke myself into a stupor so the clouds above my head don't look so
Grey
You're showing off your succulents
To prove that all the time you've spent
Has not be wasted at a company where you don't have a single friend
The hours drip like honey down the back of god's big turtle shell
You're feet are stuck as you're surrounded be a monotonous hell
I thought we'd make it out, that creativity would never die
But I've been fighting with myself, it's such a god damn waste of time
You sent me a postcard to prove that you can still write
You're words flow like a pee stream sneaking through the bathroom door late at night
I wish your voice weren't so quiet. If it's still there I hope you find it
It's note too late
Writer: Brandon Gross
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