Sunshine Over the Counter Songtext
von Madison Cunningham

Sunshine over the counter again
The bank′s running low
I don't want your looks
I don′t want your candy
I want your medicine
I've been waiting for something good to really happen
It's the way it′s always been
Or the way it′s never been

I'm a coward at heart with some good excuses
Sending my surrogate
Stick you with a pen
Cut you with some paper
Feeling braver drinking gin
I know just what to say after we′re together
It's the way I′ve always been
Showing little to no skin


Good girl
Got some bad in her
Cussing like a drunk
Driving with her knees
Quarter to quarter
Dealing with the torture
Of living high
To not feel low
Spending more to not feel broke

I'm the middle child
Of fear and democracy
I′m making my religion proud
Keep it to yourself
Keep it in the family
Keep your loud voice down
Is the room getting smaller
Or is it just your daughter?
Laying the blueprint out
Raise no question, feel no doubt

Good girl
Got some bad in her
Green ink heart
On her lower back
Knife in the toaster
Didn't know it could kill her
Living high
To not feel low
Saying you know what you don't


Whose love and whose dime
Is paying for it this time?
A little tall for your grade
Overworked and underpaid

Bad girl
Got some good in her
Cussing like a drunk
Driving with her knees
Quarter to quarter
Dealing with the torture
Of living high to not feel low

Bad girl
Got some good in her
Got some guilt too
You′ll see if you′re looking
Losing grip
And skipping dinners
Don't you remember feeling low?
When it got hard to say no
Living high to not feel
So low

Sunshine over the counter again
Sunshine over the counter again