Lost It in the Lights
It's newly summer and tony bourdain died
I'm laying down in the shower staring up at a broken light
There's something's screaming out from in my vent at night
It's shaking the house, it's trying to get out
It wants to tell me another lie
What if, what if, what if, what if, what if the magic's gone?
And I guess I should be glad that there was any at all
From 50th and cedar to richmond off of front
I guess I should be glad that there was any at all
And the city coughs me out
Like a splinter in my wrist
Getting pushed out of my skin
And the city coughs me out
When I was seventeen
I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene
To light a fire in my gut
And I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come
I was seventeen with a fire in my gut
What if, what if, what if, what if, what if the magic's gone?
I guess I should be glad that I was still in the fight
It's right there waiting for me (right there waiting for me)
I've lost it in the lights (I've lost it in the lights)
I guess I should be glad that I was still in the fight
And the city coughs me out
Like a splinter in my wrist
When I was seventeen
I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene
To light a fire in my gut
And I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come
I was seventeen with a fire in my gut
And the city coughs me out (the city coughs me out)
Like a splinter in my wrist (like a splinter in my wrist)
Getting pushed out of my skin
It's getting forced out of my skin
When I was seventeen
I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene
To light a fire in my gut
And I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come
I was seventeen with a fire in my gut
I was seventeen with a fire in my gut
