Baby don't blame the weather
If you ain't comin' round
I get the feeling
That we're still something now
I can't look cause this scene makes me uncomfortable
When you tell me i'm the only one
I know for certain that it's not true
Last summer you gave me chills
This year it's just yellow and green pills
Look no further if love is true
But baby won't know what she put you through
Put myself back on the shelf for someone else to find
Hang myself up on the hook with my jackets
There's only one kind of happiness
But sadness has a full range
You ain't selling product, you're providing for the people
I want to breathe the clean air through the holes in my lungs again
There's no gift like the present you didn't ask for
What made you think I would set you free?
Did you believe I'd feel the need?
So cry your tears till they run red
Get yourself out and paint the town dead
If breaking out of this empty shell
Is what you want it's hard to tell
"Get a routine, open your eyes"
Is what they say when they're all out of ideas.
about
This track is about wallowing in self pity and letting negative experiences define you
credits
released June 19, 2020
Released June 19 2020
Music and Lyrics by Oliver Wardell
Produced by Oliver Wardell
Drums Performed by Andrew Scott
Drums engineered by Andrew Scott and Jack Davenport at The Owl Shed
Guitars Bass and Vocals performed and engineered by Oliver Wardell
Mixed and Mastered by Jack Davenport
Single art by Lee Lewis, Oliver Wardell
Photo by Callum Stevenson
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