Christopher Robins thumb was on the back of the gun for the trigger
Thanking back in these tired day
I just blew myself
To find my purple haze
I can't keep up with all the new trends
I keep repeating the same jokes from 2008
I think that's when I stopped caring
I gave up my own identity
To find something bigger that would suit me
Just some lost boys castaways
Trying to find myself at the end of the craft beer tent with two bottles infused with arugula
And lemon grass for the IPA craze
My jet stream has been tied in boyscout knots I can't remember
I'm trying to open up my iPhone with my middle finger
Placing the blame on something else has become the norm
But I still feel like I know where I'm really came from
With a bluish green, and a yellow iris
It's suited that I live off a road named this
I still miss Neighborly Ave
With all of its faults
It still seems like I'm in a long month of a minus bed and breakfast
Like a strange air B & B
Except all of my stuff is here in boxes
And the tenets really know me
Children Stories - Boy Scout Knots Lyrics
Children Stories - Boy Scout Knots Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Christopher Robins thumb was on the back of the gun for the trigger
Thanking back in these tired day
I just blew myself
To find my purple haze
I can't keep up with all the new trends
I keep repeating the same jokes from 2008
I think that's when I stopped caring
I gave up my own identity
To find something bigger that would suit me
Just some lost boys castaways
Trying to find myself at the end of the craft beer tent with two bottles infused with arugula
And lemon grass for the IPA craze
My jet stream has been tied in boyscout knots I can't remember
I'm trying to open up my iPhone with my middle finger
Placing the blame on something else has become the norm
But I still feel like I know where I'm really came from
With a bluish green, and a yellow iris
It's suited that I live off a road named this
I still miss Neighborly Ave
With all of its faults
It still seems like I'm in a long month of a minus bed and breakfast
Like a strange air B & B
Except all of my stuff is here in boxes
And the tenets really know me
Thanking back in these tired day
I just blew myself
To find my purple haze
I can't keep up with all the new trends
I keep repeating the same jokes from 2008
I think that's when I stopped caring
I gave up my own identity
To find something bigger that would suit me
Just some lost boys castaways
Trying to find myself at the end of the craft beer tent with two bottles infused with arugula
And lemon grass for the IPA craze
My jet stream has been tied in boyscout knots I can't remember
I'm trying to open up my iPhone with my middle finger
Placing the blame on something else has become the norm
But I still feel like I know where I'm really came from
With a bluish green, and a yellow iris
It's suited that I live off a road named this
I still miss Neighborly Ave
With all of its faults
It still seems like I'm in a long month of a minus bed and breakfast
Like a strange air B & B
Except all of my stuff is here in boxes
And the tenets really know me
Writer: Chad White
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid