If Raymond Carver Were Born in the '90s Songtext

von Library Voices

I'm just waking up, my mouth tastes like rust
I think I'm still drunk, and my head is a snare drum
A breeze pass the window, has got the curtains all dancing like ghosts
Sift through telephone of texts
Construct a composite sketch of last night's events

All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls
And bringing children into this world
Signing their names to a home on lands they've captured
Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear some day

There's tall ships on the horizon.
With baby steps in cement
A few sips to shed this worry, a few bottles to forget
And I spend my nights making love to someone I could never love
Passing out in a passionless embrace
Rehearsing exit strategies for my escape

All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls
And bringing children into this world
Signing their names to a home on lands they've captured
Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear some day

All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls
And bringing children into this world
Signing their names to a home on lands they've captured
Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear

All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls
(All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls)
All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls
(All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls)
All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls
(All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls)
All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls