Failure Sculptures Songtext
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Failure Sculptures Songtext
Oh the devil has taken my baby away from me
And I′m not sure what I could've done differently
I tried everything
And maybe I just tried too hard, maybe I tried barely
Maybe trying scares me
I know I′m not 23, my age is catching up with me
Now I'm not so pretty
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we've moved out
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we′ve moved out
Oh the devil has taken my lady away from me
And I′m not sure what I could've sung differently
This is the melody
I′m really not that strong, you see
She's stubborn as a cedar tree
I′m breakin' like a levee
Maybe we just planned too far and sewed our future out of yarn
When we should be weaving
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we′ve moved out
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we've moved out
What the devil has come of me lately? This isn't me
And I′m not sure what I could′ve brought differently
This is the gift we need
I know you wanna sting me, but honey it's not working
Cause all the bees are walking
And maybe it′s the birthday card I buried in my mother's yard
She′ll read it when she's talking
And I′m not sure what I could've done differently
I tried everything
And maybe I just tried too hard, maybe I tried barely
Maybe trying scares me
I know I′m not 23, my age is catching up with me
Now I'm not so pretty
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we've moved out
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we′ve moved out
Oh the devil has taken my lady away from me
And I′m not sure what I could've sung differently
This is the melody
I′m really not that strong, you see
She's stubborn as a cedar tree
I′m breakin' like a levee
Maybe we just planned too far and sewed our future out of yarn
When we should be weaving
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we′ve moved out
Well I know our love is blaring loud
From all the houses we've moved out
What the devil has come of me lately? This isn't me
And I′m not sure what I could′ve brought differently
This is the gift we need
I know you wanna sting me, but honey it's not working
Cause all the bees are walking
And maybe it′s the birthday card I buried in my mother's yard
She′ll read it when she's talking
Writer(s): Christopher Mansfield, Thomas William Damphier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com