Open Roads Lyrics

Never talked to the ghost but still believe she's a profit

She said my art got soul, I'm young, naive, & obnoxious

Just because my heart had gotten cold I let it freeze in the water

& now with every syllable I see the meaning in nonsense

She said you're better off alone I don't believe in that concept

The letter ends that's all she wrote signed in red ink @ the bottom

She wanna stop letting go, I hope she achieve what she wanted

I lost my way on open roads but still believe in the process

Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper

I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them

Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness

But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it

Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels

Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly

Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor

Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water

Running water rusted"gold" and left it green from the copper

I've seen alot of broken homes but this one's better than all them

Talkin to god on broken phones told me I'm destined for darkness

But if I keep playing my role I'll still see heaven in all it

Live life like Edgar Allan Poe, write 19th century novels

Pasta Penne Rigatoni way she's taking it softly

Her body gracefully took hold of all the hate that I harbor

Amazing grace played in slow-motion painted faces on water