Whiskey Disco ft. BigTime Lyrics

Woe I've grown from

A seed to a tree

In this god forsaken town

On the side of the road

That everyone claims to hate

But all their paths circulate

Circulate

Leave it up to the rules that you set for yourself

To plot the reasons you can't get out

I'm not waiting around the find out

Where you end up

There's a life worth living out your front door

You kept her chained to the floor

An empty promise can fill so many hearts

God we are all so capable of

A mess we can't cleanup

Well aren't we all just so desperate for someone

To cleanup for us

Let this be a map on how

To escape from yourself

Live until the world has had enough

Of you

The world is not your front yard

The world is not your room

Defining my own life

Never seemed so simple

Give me a line

Give me a sign

Sing me, despair

One last time

Sing me, despair

One last time

Oh my God, what's good enough for you?

Oh my God, what's good enough?

To get the feeling

You've been longing for

What would you do?

What would you

Do?

Once again, carried away.