The Seance on St. Augustine St.

Lyrics
You thought you'd bend the truth and still tell it Omen came like a cyst They like you better as a widow You said boomers with hepatitis might be spitting in your drink And you'd Uber'd in an SUV The clock is ticking and I'm on my feet I've got a feeling that I'm still asleep I don't know if I'm on track or so far away Look around to the faces that used to pull me through And they can't help me now The locks are missing on St. Augustine St And there's a ouija board but you can't drink Clear my throat and ask the ghost 'is this for real?' I look around to the faces and they're all different now They can't help me now
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Credits
- Writers
- John Ross (Wild Pink)