White Wine from City Limits by Kelly English

There you go telling me
I’ll never be anything
I wanna be, at least let me try

You aint the boss of me
Always been wrong about me
And it’s time I make it right

Why would I live in a world that you built
Your craftsmanship’s shotty
You ain't got the skill
It's eternal darkness
You don't pay the bills anymore

But people have been yelling things
Tugging tighter at my sleeves
Tryin to get a piece of me

Then they shove me down the line
Run me out like borrowed time
Goes down easy,
Like white wine
White wine

Moments like these escape me
When I am staring you in the face, yea
Moments like these turn me cold
When I’m used to being a thousand, a thousand degrees
But you got to me

But people have been yelling things
Tugging tighter at my sleeves
Tryin to get a piece of me

Then they shove me down the line
Run me out like borrowed time
Goes down easy,
Like white wine
White wine
White wine, wine

Why would I live in a world that you made?
I need you like Florida needs a hurricane
But I will try

But people have been yelling things
Tugging tighter at my sleeves
Tryin to get a piece of me
Tryin to get, tryin to get

Then they shove me down the line
Run me out like borrowed time
Goes down easy,
Like white wine
White wine
White wine, wine

• Pop
• alternative acoustic pop
• anti-folk
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Hartford