Maybe I’m not some chosen one
But damnit I’m my father’s son
And that’s something I’m pretty proud to be
The colder days have drawn their guns
The warmer days are on the run
And I hate that I’m stuck right in between
I’ll turn my grey skies blue
Just trying to be like you
Goin top down in that old Mercedes
Music loud, go ahead and hate me
Spare the nickel I’ll just keep the dime
Find ways to cut the fat
Hot coffee and a Trident pack
Damnit it’s so good to be alive
Heroes come to save a mess
You sewed the holes inside my chest
And found a way to soak up all the stains
Got all my anger bottled up
A drop away to fill that cup
But any more and I might go insane
Oh I’ll turn my grey skies blue
Just trying to be like you
Goin top down in that old Mercedes
Music loud, go ahead and hate me
Spare the nickel I’ll just keep the dime
Find ways to cut the fat
Hot coffee and a Trident pack
Damnit it’s so good to be alive
Damnit it’s so good to be alive
Other lyrics by Mark Ambor:
Academy Street
Like the rain ruins leather Or like water in the desert We both knew We were never right Now I’m far from who I used to be But too close to our memories They still …
Belong Together
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Bruises And Stains
You never know a good thing till it passes Till it lights you up and leaves you in its ashes It’s always hiding money underneath the mattress for a rainy day And I …
Good To Be
Maybe I’m not some chosen one But damnit I’m my father’s son And that’s something I’m pretty proud to be The colder days have drawn their …
Hate That I Still Love You
There’s still coffee on the counter and ashes in the tray There’s still memories in the bedroom from the messes that we made That we made You not here’s …