I ain't high enough
To fall off of my horse
But I ain't low enough
To dodge the branches
Of your trees
Like the guy who's walking full speed
Into screen doors
At everybody's backyard
Birthday parties
And I never even say that punch a comin'
I don't know how I got
The wind knocked out of me
The only that's real
Is the slow drip that I feel
As my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
And my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
I ain't bored enough
To watch the paint dry
But it doesn't mean
That I got plans
To get up out of bed
Like the guy who's workin' out
And smokin' cigarettes
Just hoping that his biceps can
Keep the cancer out
And I never even say that punch a comin'
I don't know how I got
The wind knocked out of me
The only that's real
Is the slow drip that I feel
As my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
And my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
Stevie Stevens - Nosebleed (Sketch) Lyrics
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I ain't high enough
To fall off of my horse
But I ain't low enough
To dodge the branches
Of your trees
Like the guy who's walking full speed
Into screen doors
At everybody's backyard
Birthday parties
And I never even say that punch a comin'
I don't know how I got
The wind knocked out of me
The only that's real
Is the slow drip that I feel
As my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
And my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
I ain't bored enough
To watch the paint dry
But it doesn't mean
That I got plans
To get up out of bed
Like the guy who's workin' out
And smokin' cigarettes
Just hoping that his biceps can
Keep the cancer out
And I never even say that punch a comin'
I don't know how I got
The wind knocked out of me
The only that's real
Is the slow drip that I feel
As my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
And my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
To fall off of my horse
But I ain't low enough
To dodge the branches
Of your trees
Like the guy who's walking full speed
Into screen doors
At everybody's backyard
Birthday parties
And I never even say that punch a comin'
I don't know how I got
The wind knocked out of me
The only that's real
Is the slow drip that I feel
As my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
And my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
I ain't bored enough
To watch the paint dry
But it doesn't mean
That I got plans
To get up out of bed
Like the guy who's workin' out
And smokin' cigarettes
Just hoping that his biceps can
Keep the cancer out
And I never even say that punch a comin'
I don't know how I got
The wind knocked out of me
The only that's real
Is the slow drip that I feel
As my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
And my white shirt's turnin' red
All over me
Writer: Ryan Stephens
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