Road Kill from Gooey by mitch

Palms faced up you're laying still
Coughing up your lungs again
You don't worry by you know I will
And I can't stop
Little lonely going home
Made up my bed for no one
He caught me talking on the phone
Had me show him around for a bit
But I can't start with you on my mind


Playing dead oh there he goes
Messing around again
Beak-first bird in my car grill
Road kill making my heart a mess
What I can't fix
Well, I still miss you around

Playing cool I'm doing fine
You don't scare me anymore
Couldn't believe it at the time
Staring in the mirror
Now I can't stop looking back

• Rock
• folk
• indie rock
• Gambier