Lyrics
It's ironic how my living room's been kinda hard to live in
Have to keep the television on to make the silence distant (oh-oh)
I know we said we wouldn't, but I'm callin' (oh-oh)
'Cause everybody in this town's been talkin' (oh-oh)
Thought you were the wintergreen inside my garden (oh-oh)
I lit a match covered in gasoline (oh-oh), with you next to me
Stuck in my apartment (oh-oh)
I guess it's for the best you're not respondin' (oh-oh)
I wish that I could fly back home to Austin (oh-oh)
But I can't so I'll just pour the kerosene (oh-oh) on my wintergreen
It's ironic how I lose my appetite in the kitchen
But if I'm honest, we would talk and talk, just to never listen
Got a phone call from my brother back in Georgia
You're the reason that I broke down in his car
And he told me that it's best if I ignore ya
But I wish I could know how you are
I know we said we wouldn't, but I'm callin' (oh-oh)
'Cause everybody in this town's been talkin' (oh-oh)
Thought you were the wintergreen inside my garden (oh-oh)
I lit a match covered in gasoline (oh-oh) with you next to me
Stuck in my apartment (oh-oh)
I guess it's for the best you're not respondin' (oh-oh)
I wish that I could fly back home to Austin (oh-oh)
But I can't so I'll just pour the kerosene (oh-oh) on my wintergreen
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Grab a can of gasoline, pour it over everything
All the promises you made, they didn't mean anything to you
Oh, really, after everything?
I had to burn my wintergreen
Grab a can of gasoline, pour it over everything
All the promises you made, they didn't mean anything to you (oh-oh)
Oh, really, after everything? (Oh-oh)
I know we said we wouldn't, but I'm callin'
'Cause everybody in this town's been talkin'
Thought you were the wintergreen inside my garden
I lit a match covered in gasoline (oh-oh), with you next to me
Stuck in my apartment (oh-oh)
I guess it's for the best you're not respondin' (oh-oh)
I wish that I could fly back home to Austin (oh-oh)
But I can't so I'll just pour the kerosene (oh-oh) on my wintergreen
Grab a can of gasoline (oh-oh), pour it over everything
All the promises you made (oh-oh), they didn't mean anything to you (oh-oh)
Oh, really, after everything? (Oh-oh)
I had to burn my wintergreen
Writer(s): Luke Simpson
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