Greyhound from Sports & Leisure by Bus Crush

I keep it on my tongue
Til it turns sour
When I called last time
I hadn’t swallowed for hours
On a Greyhound bus
Sat still in the parking lot
You didn’t pick up

I know a cold that
Leaves you in half
Not scared of dying
But you are scared of that
Calling me crazy
Calling my name
I left a message but it wasn’t the same
All the way to Michigan

Did you know you could be poured into reality
Like I told you warmth is in the veins and those can take you right out
of the city
For very little money
Put your wool on your head
Put the memories to rest
While I'm left shaking in a new life on streets that know me best
Maybe this’ll be that weight off your chest

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