Off Day
from Suppose You Grow by Stagbriar
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lyrics
I wasn’t denying shit.
I kept my evenings lit.
It weighed a lot then.
Off, so what’s a day of death?
You’ve got no motive left, I’ve got my hands tied.
Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face if I try.
You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything that won’t do.
You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything.
I don’t want to hear all about your wickedness lately out on 66.
Carry on.
Your passion subsides quickly.
Did you get your fix?
I can recognize your tricks.
I’ve got my stones and sticks, you’ve got your hair tied.
Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face.
You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything.
Tell me ‘bout everything.
I kept my evenings lit.
It weighed a lot then.
Off, so what’s a day of death?
You’ve got no motive left, I’ve got my hands tied.
Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face if I try.
You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything that won’t do.
You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything.
I don’t want to hear all about your wickedness lately out on 66.
Carry on.
Your passion subsides quickly.
Did you get your fix?
I can recognize your tricks.
I’ve got my stones and sticks, you’ve got your hair tied.
Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face.
You don’t have to tell me ‘bout everything.
Tell me ‘bout everything.
credits
from Suppose You Grow,
releases August 21, 2020
Words and music by Stagbriar.
Words and music by Stagbriar.
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about
Stagbriar Columbia, South Carolina
Sibling duo, Alex & Emily McCollum, backed by a band of spacetime manipulators from Columbia, SC.
discography
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Aug 2020 -
May 2013 -
Sep 2012 -
Jun 2012 -
Jun 2012