Good Grief - Spacey Jane/Caleb Harper/Kieran Lama/Ashton Michael Hardman/Le Cornu/Amelia Murray
Lyrics by：Caleb Harper/Kieran Lama/Ashton Le Cornu/Amelia Murray
Composed by：Caleb Harper/Kieran Lama/Ashton Le Cornu/Amelia Murray
And you stand so tall in your head
I'll erase it all 'til you're dead
And I dreamt that I'm feeling cold
But enough's
Enough my heart is sunk and it feels
Like 16 like a magazine
Like I'm undo it
A husk in my bed
And I drive it's dusk my eyes are red
And a short a fleeting thought comes in
You're alive until you own the sin and it feels
Like 18 like a guillotine
Like I'm
Kicked out of home mama dead and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
Rusted stove top kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchy skin my aching body
Good grief your own creation
Lost for words I find my patience
Right in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never notice
Inside my home a shaking crawl
And her eyes do roll and sheets get torn
And again a fleeting thought is formed
But at five is gone the TV's on
And I dream
Of release
And the tears ease
And I feel
Kicked out of home mama dead and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
Rusted stove top kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchy skin my aching body
Good grief your own creation
Lost for words I find my patience
Right in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never notice
Rusted stove top kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Right in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never notice
