Olivia Barton - Baby Pictures

I think in lyrics, I think in bad songs
I think and I think and I think all day long
I keep asking my love if she understands me
She says, "you know, I have to say that I don't"

I envy my dad
I envy my older brother
Cause he sings for himself
And my dad gets to retire

I got a text from Taylor titled "fun four chord song"
He's the only one who could sing Wagon Wheel and make me sob
So I sit on the couch wondering where I went wrong
Staring at my instruments collecting dust on the wall

I wanna say things that matter
Actually no, I just wanna say anything at all
Cause when it most matters
It gets all stuck in my throat

I envy my dad
I envy my oldest sister
Cause he found my mom
And Whitney has baby pictures

I walk in a curved line with my eyes closed
And I let my feet intuitively find the road
When I open back up, I find I'm right in track
And I smile to myself, I laugh

Written by:
Olivia Barton

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