Ryan Diehl - The House

I know about me, but I don't know about you
Sitting in ya own pool of food for the fools
Awake but asleep is the same old tune
Find yourself lost before it's even high noon
Out past the clouds and into your head
The journey begins and the neighbors send
Betting the house what's in your back pocket
What's hiding from us all to kill trees so tall
In a different frame in a smaller lane
It all feels the same
Making out like bandits not red handed
Too each their own till we ride on past the storm
Thinking of the sinking sand slipping from your headband
Out past the clouds and into your head
The journey begins and the neighbors send
Betting the house what's in your back pocket
What's hiding from us all to kill trees so tall

Written by:
Ryan Diehl

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