Quark Lepton - Pterodactyl

Bottle rockets in the night, on the fourth of July
Are as meaningless to me as your whispered goodbye
Or your disappointed sigh
Antique porcelain I break, its pieces white and pink
It will cut both my feet
Hiding deep in the rug

Bottle rockets in the night, bottle rockets in the night
How I long for an equation
That could predict their flight
And I never wanna die
And I don't want you do die

Whiskey river took your mind, or sometimes it was wine
And sometimes it was cancer
Pterodactyl up on high
Bottle rockets in the sky
I assume there'll be some answer

Written by:
Steven Nuzum

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