There’s a cross on the hillside
And a city below
This is the loneliest place
In the world
There’s a room with a window
That looks out on a road
A road that leads nowhere
But the big back and forth
And it’s all sad
Cuz there’s nothing that can’t
Be made so
Why do I keep living this life?
Oh, I don’t know
Sometimes at night I
Pretend I am gone
I shoot out a bullet
With my finger and thumb
Now some people tell me
That that thought is wrong
But they’re not the ones who
Have been stuck here so long
And it’s all bad
Cuz there’s nothing that can’t
Be made so
Why do I keep living this life?
Oh, I don’t know
And it’s all sad
Cuz there’s nothing that can’t
Be made so
Why do I keep living this life?
Oh, I don’t know
credits
from Plz,
released May 8, 2013
All sounds by Porter except lead gtr and backing vocals, by hand habits. C. 2013, bring yr own bathos publishing
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