Plastic Picnic - Miss It Still

Looking back on the words you said,
did you really think it's in our heads?
From the light and what I recall,
Who went down last fall?
I don't trust anybody else.
We got enough trouble with ourselves.
I won't try and hurt you, no.
You go through your life with the same old story.
Gold ain't the color of your culture glory.
I'm a delicate needle you know me,
Full of copper you spill out and sell me,
Was it worth all that you altered?
—for a lucrative spot at his alter.
I don't trust anybody else.
I got enough trouble with myself now.
I won't try and hurt you.
cnd you go through your life, passing by with the same old story.
Go through you life passing lies in your culture glory.
cnd you go through your life with the same old story.
Gold ain't the color of your culture glory.
Oh no, you're a socialite.
You'll go through the core of your life,
searching for your “perfect"" night.
Through all this time, do you miss it still?
Do you miss it still?

Written by:
CHRISTOPHER EMILE PANERIO, GORDON CRAIG TAYLOR, LINCOLN DANIEL LUTE, MARSHALL ODINN HUNT

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