gates Lyrics

It's 8 AM

Quit complaining

I'm running low on sleep

Don't feel like mourning

Your misfortune

I'm about to

Make a scene

Teardrops on your new boots

You hate your life

I'd hate to be you too

You think you're trying

Oh so naive

This life sucks

Woe is you

You can cry

For the right reasons

I guess we all have our reasons

Open those gates of hell

Just to get to your driveway

So fearless in daddy's car

Getting tickets on highways

Roll your eyes

On your little calls

I know it's not even your fault

It's decided

It's in your cells

You're made of all that I hate

Columns roof to ground

They don't want me in this town

Porch and fences wrapped around

That big old house

Keep people like me out

If envy is a sin

Then hell's the place I'm living in

The music's loud

They smile proud

Until they see my skin

You can cry

For the right reasons

I guess we all have our reasons

Open those gates of hell

Just to get to your driveway

So fearless in daddy's car

Getting tickets on highways

Roll your eyes

On your little calls

I know it's not even your fault

It's decided

It's in your cells

You're made of all that I hate

No one is listening

They think I'm visiting

So you can cry

Go all night

But not to me

Open those gates of hell

Just to get to your driveway

So fearless in daddy's car

Getting tickets on highways

Roll your eyes

On your little calls

I know it's not even your fault

It's decided

It's in your cells

You're made of all that I hate