It's been weeks
Does my name still recede
In vocabulary
All this time, makes divides
On my side is myself & me
This empty parade, will it follow my hearse
Will my friends all remember
Will I be left dirt?
Just pulling back slowly the shell which I came
A turtles own nightmare
Alone and unclaimed
Waiting
By myself I float
These work boots and high heels
Put holes in my boat
Falling
And will you jump in
Perhaps if I sink then I'll learn how to swim
College starts soon
No social net and better yet
I'm not the kind of person to bloom
Maybe if
This wasn't my thing then I'd have something better to do
But people move on, it seems that I don't
Onto better things, just like I won't
Weekends we meet, so separate by glass
It's hard to believe into this too shall pass
Waiting
By myself I float
These work boots and high heels
Put holes in my boat
Falling
And will you jump in
Perhaps if I sink then I'll learn how to swim
Hard enough
Waited here for long enough
Feeling blue because of you
Dry the paint and shove the screw
Hard enough
Waited here for long enough
Feeling blue because of you
Dry the paint and shove the screw
If I don't talk, I guess we're done
Already on the train, i hope the next one comes
Here flies all the ones who cared
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Wring Me Out - Work Boots and High Heels Lyrics
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It's been weeks
Does my name still recede
In vocabulary
All this time, makes divides
On my side is myself & me
This empty parade, will it follow my hearse
Will my friends all remember
Will I be left dirt?
Just pulling back slowly the shell which I came
A turtles own nightmare
Alone and unclaimed
Waiting
By myself I float
These work boots and high heels
Put holes in my boat
Falling
And will you jump in
Perhaps if I sink then I'll learn how to swim
College starts soon
No social net and better yet
I'm not the kind of person to bloom
Maybe if
This wasn't my thing then I'd have something better to do
But people move on, it seems that I don't
Onto better things, just like I won't
Weekends we meet, so separate by glass
It's hard to believe into this too shall pass
Waiting
By myself I float
These work boots and high heels
Put holes in my boat
Falling
And will you jump in
Perhaps if I sink then I'll learn how to swim
Hard enough
Waited here for long enough
Feeling blue because of you
Dry the paint and shove the screw
Hard enough
Waited here for long enough
Feeling blue because of you
Dry the paint and shove the screw
If I don't talk, I guess we're done
Already on the train, i hope the next one comes
Here flies all the ones who cared
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Does my name still recede
In vocabulary
All this time, makes divides
On my side is myself & me
This empty parade, will it follow my hearse
Will my friends all remember
Will I be left dirt?
Just pulling back slowly the shell which I came
A turtles own nightmare
Alone and unclaimed
Waiting
By myself I float
These work boots and high heels
Put holes in my boat
Falling
And will you jump in
Perhaps if I sink then I'll learn how to swim
College starts soon
No social net and better yet
I'm not the kind of person to bloom
Maybe if
This wasn't my thing then I'd have something better to do
But people move on, it seems that I don't
Onto better things, just like I won't
Weekends we meet, so separate by glass
It's hard to believe into this too shall pass
Waiting
By myself I float
These work boots and high heels
Put holes in my boat
Falling
And will you jump in
Perhaps if I sink then I'll learn how to swim
Hard enough
Waited here for long enough
Feeling blue because of you
Dry the paint and shove the screw
Hard enough
Waited here for long enough
Feeling blue because of you
Dry the paint and shove the screw
If I don't talk, I guess we're done
Already on the train, i hope the next one comes
Here flies all the ones who cared
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Never miss a minute when your stuck down here
Writer: Cole Clark
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid