METRIC Lyrics

Go Away, Come Home
Go away, come home
My heart’s a train wreck
I sold the keys
But want ‘em back
I did my best
And made a mess…
Put a wedge inside my head
Drive it down I won’t regret
Spin a bottle inside my mind
Watch it twist and turn and die…
I couldn’t sleep
I had a list
Of what I want and what I need
Spent all night on what I want
Over and over again…
Put a wedge inside my head
Drive it down I won’t regret
Spin a bottle inside my mind
Watch it twist and turn and die…

Jungle With Lions
You’re sittin’ on a hill
As simple as you can
Left your wrist watch
By the book on your night stand
Last night in your sleep
In the middle of a dream
One big, pink pill
In a jungle with lions
One, two, three coins
And four for the bus
Lake St. and Pittsburg
It might as well be Houston

Golden Days
Honesty, I try to be…
And I burn like wood in a breeze

One of these golden days
That spring incessantly
Nature’s first green,
Out of the blue

One of these golden days
It isn’t morbid to think this way
Could be the way when you’re undone

Satisfied?
Big, fat lie…
Rotten old roots ‘neath a pretty yard…

Big, black hole…self-control
Caution signs…on the sides

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