This barely burdened ankle
Will probably just be one of
Those pictures that I saved of you
Are lyin on the
Step into the spotlight
Of this traveling show
Went across the room
Those
Little girl alone on the playground
Tired of gettin' teased and
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed, and it's
You say there
That we need to talk
But you ain’t said
It’s the smell of your skin
When you just come in
From
Well I tried to write an honest song
About lyin’ &
I tend to laugh just a little too loud
The song
Angry, I could be,
Could curse you and hate you,
That would
One song on the edge of my lips
One back pocket
This barely burdened ankle
Will probably just be one of those
I tend to laugh just a little too loud
The song