Colorado - Church Girls

I asked you what’s the point of it all?

The shadows are longer and i think it’s my fault

I used to blame the weather, or something I did

But this time I can’t point to anything

Was Thanksgiving always this way?

She said this year let’s just skip the holidays

Promise me we won’t end up like them

Cause I just couldn’t handle it

Once I’m nine days dry and sleeping straight through the night

Rise up early again and sweep the floorboards of my head

Walk the pine needle floor and my legs are shot but somehow I push on

This cycle of wanting I made for myself

Doesn’t fall in with all the things that I’ve read

And the beatnik threads bouncing around in my head

I’m thinking I deserve

This masochistic stunt

But the way the sun punctuates

The deep green leaves

And how this song always kills me

Makes me think I could be alright this time

Could be alright this time

Be alright this time

Be alright this time