Sweet Missouri Lyrics

Lafayette - you called me?

Wine cellar, oh well

I guess he's had his fix of red

And gone on off to bed

But we'll get house tickets, Calvin Harris

Wishing he was not a mess

So we could get him up at nine for class

You know I love the way that two within a double

Can make each other

Feel as though they didn't grow up all alone

But with a brother

So where's my Southern twin?

And why can't I find him in my evening long companions?

Form a band, try to score a show off campus

Try to score the soundtrack of her life

In C major ballads

My first time in Austin

Didn't go the way I wanted

Fifty-fifty nights on couches

Wondering if I should have tried

The cheap coffee and marijuana

And if you're so inclined

We could leap through puddles, never minding

Post break exam dates, internship applications

You never have to lie

I know you won't be coming back after April

And this year you burned

And I'll stay lit

And I will keep you alive late Thursday nights

Around an empty handle

Where I'll tell stories of your life

As it was filtered through my eyes

Sweet Missouri