sense from good news by carter ward

tired eyes are all i keep in my head now
all the words that you spoke are long gone
cigarettes and opiates keep me at bay
don't forget you're only worth what you pay

if you're tryna figure out what i'm about
you won't get an answer
cuz i've been waiting far too long
to have any sense now

lay me down down to rest in open fields
give me shade from the sun that blinds me
break my legs make me stuck in my shoes
take my hands punch my gut till i bruise

if you're if you're tryna figure out what i'm about
you won't get an answer
cuz i've been waiting far too long
to have any sense now
and if you're gonna cry about it that's okay
but don't bring me down
cuz i've been losing far too long
to have any sense now

• Acoustic
• indie-folk
• midwest
• Chicago