
Wichitalk Pigeon Pit
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[Verse 1]
Freeway signs that I hid behind
I had no idea what I was missing
(Wichita) Talk your heart out and
You know that I will listen
Every year that passes feels like just a couple days
You were passed out on the tracks
When I had thought i heard the train
And, so, I carried you through the thick and thin
We were thick as thieves, we were close as kin
Coffee n' nicotine pumps through our veins
As you start to cry I try to explain
[Verse 2]
We were in the trench and our clothes were drenched
I could feel the bad news coming to the west coast
I've got forty ounces asking me
"What do you miss the most?"
I feel so fucking selfish while I'm asking you these things
Maybe if we made it out to Oakland
We could drown these rotten dreams
But I've got no excuse
Nothing to blame for the horrid
Thoughts in this wretched brain
Nothing makes no sense so I speak my mind:
“I haven't moved on yet but
God, I'm trying"
Freeway signs that I hid behind
I had no idea what I was missing
(Wichita) Talk your heart out and
You know that I will listen
Every year that passes feels like just a couple days
You were passed out on the tracks
When I had thought i heard the train
And, so, I carried you through the thick and thin
We were thick as thieves, we were close as kin
Coffee n' nicotine pumps through our veins
As you start to cry I try to explain
[Verse 2]
We were in the trench and our clothes were drenched
I could feel the bad news coming to the west coast
I've got forty ounces asking me
"What do you miss the most?"
I feel so fucking selfish while I'm asking you these things
Maybe if we made it out to Oakland
We could drown these rotten dreams
But I've got no excuse
Nothing to blame for the horrid
Thoughts in this wretched brain
Nothing makes no sense so I speak my mind:
“I haven't moved on yet but
God, I'm trying"
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