"tangerine" lyrics

"tangerine"

You dropped out of the scene, no it's cool, just keep it low-key
In a shack that you built with your hands
These days your body don't hurt much
And now you don't rely on no poison for medicine
Just hum sweet lullabies when no one gives you shit for where you been sleeping
And it's all screams in my head when I try to think about the shit you'd be giving me
Riding high, flying signs: "drop me off at the edge of reality"
You never know what you'll find growing dust in the back
Of a sick, sad society
Just come over for breakfast, I know it ain't much
And that most of it's stolen, but
It feels kinda like theft's the only honest thing left
When there's plenty for everyone

I see you down the street, try to act neat
But right away you see right through me
Like "my baby don't lie", open up like a flower and you can tell I been down bad
Like lying down in the road, since you threw in the towel
I'm a puddle in black boots, so
Ride my bike to the liquor store
Giddy up, boys, 'cause it's poison for breakfast and
Cut in half tangerine, sprinkled in salt and drizzled with honey
They come apart at the seams, boy, if you were alive
We'd be runnin' this town with our schemes
Dig your face in the sheets, they might have made you ashamed
But this world didn't break you, no
They tried to bend you in school, but with your held head up high
You made me proud to be a human


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