John M. Bricker - Anthony and the Cop Car (feat. Hunter Hart)
Just talking is getting harderWaved goodbye and they'll never move back
Wish I could work magic with my words
Be like Aminé in a group chat
And when the caps fly into the air
And no ones paying to sit around
When I make a living at the mercy of strangers
Will anyone want to help me out
When there's nowhere left to go
You'll wish your map was empty
When there's no one left to know
You'll settle for your family
Three idiots on a night walk
Yelling dad jokes at the stars
When the cops pulled up to our noisy selves
He walked right up to their car
And struck up a conversation
About a missing person they were looking for
Thank God they didn't shoot him
For leaning an elbow on their door
Winning 50/50 raffles
With my friends when at thirteen
I had just cut my own hair
It's safe to say it turned out pretty ugly
Now we've all got awful jobs
And don't have the time to throw away at the lottery
And I could never go back to the city
Standing so tall above me
Now and then I just wish
That maybe I could combust
They probably don't care anyway
Whether or not I'm dust
You don't get those friends through your parents
The fellow weirdos in your suburb
Take advantage of their presence
They won't stick around forever
I need somebody to come back here and make this feel like home
And make this feel like home
Make this feel like home
Are you sure you want to leave me here
Cause I'm tired of being alone
Tired of being alone
Don't think I can take it anymore
My friends say I look like a therapist in this sweater
Maybe that's not a coincidence
Because I sure do love talking to myself
Talking it all out with myself
Written by:
Hunter Hart, John Bricker
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