Brandon Setta
From a Bedroom on the Hill
Backpack to the brimand a bus ticket in hand,I pick the perfect song for when I'm goingover the Brooklyn Bridgeto the neighborhood you liveWill my heart be in my throat the whole way there?I really hope you wearthe dress you spent your paycheck onand I'll step outside to call my mom and say"Happy Holidays, I won't be joining you this year in Kingston,My mind is somewhere else"And if I knew that in a year you'd hate my guts,I'd still be here no matter whatPour yourself something strongTell yourself nothing's wrong with thisPour yourself something strongTell yourself nothing's wrong with this
From Letras Mania