what makes you so goddamn blue?
your eyes are caves and i'm a slave for you
we've lost our innocence
it's like your mama said (swimming in your autumn)
I got no money in my pocket
I am broke as hell
i am trying to measure up, quit
drinking for september, hungover on a burned bridge
swimming in your autumn
swimming in my longing
never quick to quit
never quick to quit
Im blackin in
memories crackling
we've lost our innocence
it's like your mama said
I got money in my pocket
I am broke as hell
Ive got some dreams to sell
but im still raking leaves
no need to pick my lock
money grows on trees