“Bristol”

This is my deadline!
What’s left to say?
I can’t take any longer, can’t dig any lower.
This is my flat line!
What’s left to save
Except for the chances I threw in the gutter?
This isn’t life,
This is just waiting
For some kind of answer I dare you to utter.
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m fine with the pain ‘
Cause I’ve come to hope that you’ll show up someday

And I Hold on!
Can you hear my heart explode,
Shattering the distance to set the sky on fire?
And I know
I should just scream your name
‘Cause you won’t even ever know
‘Cause they don’t play my songs in Bristol.

This isn’t love!
This is a lottery
And I cross my fingers but I got no ticket.
This is a dead tree
I’m watering
And here in this backyard I still am the sickest.
Read through the lines,
Skim through your life.
I’ve dug up the memories to sing you this song.
Stuck in the past.
You’ve fucked up my life
But I’ve come to think I should thank you although

I must hold on!
Can you hear my heart explode,
Shattering the distance to set the sky on fire?
And I know
I should just scream your name
‘Cause you won’t even ever know
‘Cause they don’t play my songs in Bristol.

Hold on!
Can you hear my heart explode,
Shattering the distance to set the sky on fire?
And I know I should just scream your name
‘Cause you won’t even ever know
‘Cause they don’t play my songs in Bristol.

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