Clementine Was Right - Tarot & Whiskey

Your boyfriend was dying right down through his bones
I spent the night at your place
With tarot and whiskey, called you sugar cookie
After the paint stained your face

There's always some dumb fucking thing to be done
If you are not sure you're alive
Sprint through the crosswalk with all the wrong lights
Whistle with spears in your side

Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me
Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me

You drove yourself west to the state where I'm from
You swallow the fog when you nap
You text me from texas and say you're well rested
Oh yeah you're not coming back

It's easter, it's snowing, there's bats in my house
I found them asleep upside down
I gave them blankets, and they all said thanks
They wept until I locked them out

Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me
Shut up and hold me / shut up and hold me

(I gave up sugar last summer, so why don't I get my own name?)

Oh yeah, you're not coming back oh yeah, you're not coming back
Oh yeah, you're not coming back oh yeah, you're not coming back
Oh yeah, you're not coming back oh yeah, you're not coming back
Oh yeah, you're not coming back oh yeah, you're not coming back

Written by:
Mike Young

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