Andrés - A Child’s Garden of Verses lyrics
[Andrés - A Child’s Garden of Verses lyrics]
Back then lots of magic
Now it's just a checklist of the things I
Hate in all my exes
Trust me I know that I'm too
Old to identify with Holden
But lately, I'm feeling everyone is
Just a bunch of fucking phonies
"Pictures, and money, opinions of something
Offended, upset 'cause you can't
Find your identity"
While we're all out struggling
To find our own individuality
Yeah, I'm still out struggling
To find the love I thought we once had
"Yelling at you 'cause I saw
You talking to your ex-boy
In the parking-lot of Me-N-Eds
Never picking up your phone calls
When I'm at the park
Drinking 4 Lokos with my friends"
And maybe it's not magic
I just miss when my life
Felt more like a movie
And I've got all these habit's
I just miss when I could be happy sober
I was on a path to work "white collar jobs"
On the side
I'd play in Bakersfield's Orchestra
I got mesmerized by Tattooed Vagabonds
Playing basement shows at Jerry's Pizza
Now I'm on a path to hell, is it too late?
I was mesmerized by strings when I was eight
Now I wait in line at
Kaiser for "White Collar" men
To see the "Tattooed Vagabond"
Who's heart can't mend
And maybe it's not magic
I just miss when my life
Felt more like a movie
And I've got all these habit's
I just miss when I could be happy sober
And maybe it's not magic
I just miss when my life
Felt more like a movie
And I've got all these habit's
I just miss when I could be happy sober