I Think I'll Just Die Here
Been here for awhile
May just tattoo on that smile
Times and people change I just shake my head with shame
Can't tell me now view is better
Even with the change in the weather
I just close my eyes and pray to stay the same
Oh, I think I'll just die here
High on this hill, where the grass is stained green
Oh, I think I'll just die here
Spend my days in toil
Convinced this sand is soil
I squirm at every turn
All the others are doomed to burn
And the loudest voice is one I've never heard
Ill follow whoever's flocking
If its the right person talking
And their spots are all the same color as my own
Oh, I think I'll just die here
High on this hill, where the grass is stained green
Oh, I think I'll just die here
Spend my days in toil
Convinced this sand is soil
I'm tired of all you grifters
Pushing your elixirs
Ill drink my Kool Aid and proudly decay
Oh, I think I'll just die here
High on this hill, where the grass is stained green
Oh, I think I'll just die here
Spend my days in toil
Convinced this sand is soil
Writer/s: Eric Corne, Sam Morrow
