Dear Sweet Thing
Barrett Riggins
GENRE [Verse]
Call me pretentious
Call me a liar
See it's all on you now
You dear sweet thing that I admire
I am pretentious
Lord I'm a liar
The sweat I've poured has dried up
You poor sweet thing that I admire
[Chorus]
City sidewalk cracks
Shitty toy train tracks
Home is not where people said
Home should never feel this dead
No, home is when I've led you back on track
[Verse]
Lost young New Yorker
Lost in the choir
Of exhausted urban voices
Singing to the dear sweet things we all admire
Run towards forgiveness
Sunday attire
You're thе one wound oozing promise
You poor sweet thing that I admire
[Chorus}
Bustеd air, it stings (oh)
Rusted playground swings (oh)
Home is not where people said
Home can't be this thin a thread
No, home is when I've led you back on track
Home (ooo)
Home (ooo)
[Verse]
Not too pretentious
I'm still a liar
And the crime that I've committed
Was towards the dear sweet thing I set on fire
[Chorus]
New York makes me burn
Home's where I'll return
And home is not a room to let
An olive branch in silhouette
No, home is when I've set you back on track
Call me pretentious
Call me a liar
See it's all on you now
You dear sweet thing that I admire
I am pretentious
Lord I'm a liar
The sweat I've poured has dried up
You poor sweet thing that I admire
[Chorus]
City sidewalk cracks
Shitty toy train tracks
Home is not where people said
Home should never feel this dead
No, home is when I've led you back on track
[Verse]
Lost young New Yorker
Lost in the choir
Of exhausted urban voices
Singing to the dear sweet things we all admire
Run towards forgiveness
Sunday attire
You're thе one wound oozing promise
You poor sweet thing that I admire
[Chorus}
Bustеd air, it stings (oh)
Rusted playground swings (oh)
Home is not where people said
Home can't be this thin a thread
No, home is when I've led you back on track
Home (ooo)
Home (ooo)
[Verse]
Not too pretentious
I'm still a liar
And the crime that I've committed
Was towards the dear sweet thing I set on fire
[Chorus]
New York makes me burn
Home's where I'll return
And home is not a room to let
An olive branch in silhouette
No, home is when I've set you back on track
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