Black Sheep

Your eyes are the ocean switching colors

Trapped inside this lazy eyed summer

Driving through the streets of small town rumors

And they had the nerve to call us the late bloomers

So we may have fell behind

But we never were lost we just like taking our time

But drinking doesn't do enough to unwind

Screaming vengeance in the burbs of a broken mind

So when you're sick of the city and the neon seems too bright

We'll head down to the country run away into the night

But I always thought that stars looked more like

Cigarette burns on the skin of the sky

Than sleeping satellites

They say you're the kind of girl to treat like an exit wound

******* all the sugar off your silver spoon

Let me show you I'm a black sheep, let me show you to my room

So when you're sick of the city and the neon seems too bright

We'll head down to the country run away into the night

But I always thought that stars looked more like

Cigarette burns on the skin of the sky

Than guiding fatalistic lights

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