Royal Red
Jake Stillman, Paul Oneto
It’s been a rougher day than most.
Or did you really want to know?
Just gonna hideout in my bed,
No need to change the clothes I’m in.
So why you rattling my phone?
I’m trying to forget everyone.
Autumn eyes turn to gold.
And aching hearts all turn back into stone.
Autumn eyes, faded glow.
There’s a single city tree,
With unappreciated leaves.
And they’re all bleeding Royal Red,
But everybody’s self obsessed.
But from my window I can see,
Each leaf is dying just for me.
Autumn eyes turn to gold.
And aching hearts all turn back into stone.
Autumn eyes, faded glow.
