Russian History

Lyrics
Said you want a man of small ambitions Who won't need to travel to fulfill him You asked, 'could you be that man?' But I was on a flight to Europe Cold day spent in Witch City Felt their breath against my ribcage All the tourists of Salem And not enough body heat to warm me You said you need more attention A man who's more attentive You asked, 'could you be that man?' Inbox full; I missed the message Loss. Some joy for you. But mostly loss Loss. Some joy for you. But mostly loss Hot sunrise on the border Felt that glare burn my shadow All the bros in California Couldn't pull me from your shoulder Said you want a man with nothing going Who would never cause you worry You asked, 'could you be that man?' But I felt I was being murdered Normal night in the home Felt pressure against my femur All the windows of your apartment Couldn't pull from the mirror True, you did me dirt at the end But that was hardly the going trend Wish you continued success Honestly, woman, ten out of ten
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Credits
- Writers
- Andrew Duggan
- Patrick Kindlon