Connor Gockel - Treads

Sanguine socialite set society alight
Count them while you still got some to lose
A-Team that's alright
Stay and find out what it's like
Go walking a mile in her shoes
Long braids, Indy plates, talking with an agency
Something out of Catcher in the Rye
Fake names, daisy chains
Stomping around in Mary Janes
I can see the log behind your eye
Here's to another unwanted lover
Maybe I'm just going crazy
Here's to another "guess I can't have her"
Who's to say, but probably, maybe
So that's my type
Is that alright
Cuz baby I've been up all night
Here's to another unwanted lover
Oh
Liquor store troubadour
Heavy footed checkerboards
Hard to hide a bottle from the sun
Half price, not so fun
Pull the tab and smoke a blunt
Were you thinking you would be the one
Bleached bangs, pumpkin pie
Thinner than a tan line
Pretty soon the winds are gonna change
All talk, spick and spock
Walking around in Birkenstocks
Can't you tell that we are just the same
Here's to another unwanted lover
Maybe I'm just going crazy
Here's to another "guess I can't have her"
Who's to say, but probably, maybe
So that's my type
Is that alright
Cuz baby I've been up all night
Here's to another unwanted lover
Oh
Here's to another unwanted lover
Maybe I'm just going crazy
Here's to another "Guess I can't have her"
Who's to say, but probably, maybe
So that's my type
Is that alright
Cuz baby I've been up all night
Here's to another unwanted lover
Oh

Written by:
Connor Gockel

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