Trucks

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Every morning, fighting through a coma Each affliction carries its misnomer Trucks roll loud into the port They go where I could never know [Verse 2] My toes are freezing, cold cuts through the Persian Rug I've stolen, Dad thinks that I've borrowed He gives more than I can pay back Twenty-two, I'll never pay him back [Chorus] Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths Floating in the rainwater with pill bags It's winter, south of the river without a job Oh, I don't see it getting any better [Verse 3] Empty bottles, if not for the burnt butts Falling over, wind in from the coast cuts Hard and sharp, messes up my hair Leaves fall, peppering the air [Chorus] Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths Floating in the rainwater with pill bags It's winter, south of the river without a job Oh, I don't see it getting any better No, I don't see it getting any better [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths Floating in the rainwater with pill bags It's winter, south of the river without a job Oh, I don't see it getting any better
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Credits
- Writers
- Peppa Lane
- Kieran Lama
- Ashton Le Cornu
- Caleb Harper