Bad trip,
Fat chance
I'll grip the seams of my pants.
I'm leaving here
In the morning.
I'll move out of this house,
I will get my own place.
Get noticed,
Get in pictures I will paint my face.
Forever is a long time.
Forever.
Forever is a long time.
Forever.
Forever.
Sequins,
Skin tight
You played in Chicago last night
And I drove home
To Alabama.
An artist's mind is stimulated by the aesthetic.
I don't know about art
But I think your music's shit.
Forever is a long time.
Forever.
Forever.
Forever.
Forever is a long time.
Writer(s): Allison Crutchfield
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