Rescue Box - French-cut Kisses

I don't pursue things no
Things pursue me
I think what I think
And I see what I see
It was the bottom of the barrel
I saw it on TV
It was the bottom of the barrel
For all the world to see
The back of the hand
Comes quickly these days
The writing on the wall
Believe it or not I can read that scroll
French-cut kisses
And mismatched dishes
I hear you are worried about me
My friend
A fever is burning
In cities far away
Whipping posts and southern ghosts
On the boulevard today
I read the words
They go on forever
Hateful people yapping their jaw
They think they're so clever
The barbecue is ready
What leg do you stand on?
The clouds are moving in
The storm will be here soon
You're going to get wet, yeah you're going to get wet
Don't know where you're going, don't know where you've been
When I was a kid, I was a kid
When I did I did, I did what I did
When I fucked it up I hit the road
I begged I borrowed I sold
I won't let it get me down
I am not a clown
I don't prescribe
To the ordinary dive
There were those French-cut kisses
Mismatched dishes
I hear you are worried about me
My friend
Turn that radio on
It plays your favorite song
It took some time for all to see
The fatal flaw but finally it's your call
Overcast this morning
Neighbor's blue roof
Iced coffee from yesterday
On the TV John Wilkes Booth
Past present and future
We got from cradle to the grave
When I was a child
The sky was burning blue
Some prayed for rain tornadoes came
And they swept up the likes of me and you
I grabbed your legs
A nylon with a run
Those were not your legs
You weren't the only one
Nothing's far away
When it happened in the past
Run that engine lean
You gotta make it last gotta make it last
Yeah gotta make it last
I remember those French-cut kisses
And mismatched dishes
And I hear you are worried about me
My friend
Oh French-cut kisses
And mismatched dishes
I hear you I hear you are worried about me
My friend

Written by:
Tim McFate

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