Broad Shoulders

I’ve been shaking in the bathroom stall
Telling myself I can have it all
I’ve been waiting on the moving van
To take the stuff that’s in my hands
The sun will shine just as much here
But it’s way colder and your bones will feel it
They say the lake is the reason dear
But I know we can survive the year
I know we can survive the year
All we know, is we planted these roots and we need them to grow
And all we need, is some sun in the morning and some shoes on our feet,
ain’t that neat
It’s hot it’s humid, a man got shot
The horns don’t stop till 3 o clock
I think I saw a roach that’s cocked
Another day in the windy state
Broad shoulders can’t define our fate
It’s colder than the red planet I feel like I’m starting to die
The wind is strong and the nights are longer than the sun gets a chance to shine
And the guns you hear in the distance they sound like the fourth of July
But we’re sure we’re sure that we’re not to sure that we probably won’t die…
So I’ve been waiting to get my chance
To pen this page with cheap romance and
I don’t think I have it yet
But time keeps going and we can’t forget
Time keeps going and we can’t regret