Sprained ankles and shots of Tennessee Honey
Something for the pain and thoughts torturing me
Nessa on the other line with Kelly talking reckless
I still wonder if Katie has that necklace
“All ways and always”, I’ll probably never forget it
The girls I talk to now trying their hardest to understand
My dad talking about how my generation loves to quit
No call no show we need us the most like it was planned
Looking for purpose and something with meaning
I remember when I would skip class to pray and daydream
What I wouldn’t do to have someone to hold at night
Just someone to love me and say everything is gonna be alright


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