A 26 ounce promise The bottle still lays there We'll make a right on Brookfield Never took anyone else here The days I sit for hours This night I tried to throw these rocks in to This dirty lake that's home You standing in my backyard Your hands up in the air Calling out my name one hundred times but I'm not there I think you telling secrets To people who don't care enough to know Why I'm so scared I'll just sit in silence Waves the only sounds A sailboat divide the clouds that cover this whole town So if it really makes no difference I'll just see you around And if it doesn't matter I'll stay here til the sun goes down I'm standing in your front yard My hands aren't in the air And I don't say a word you know exactly why I'm here A 26 ounce promise The bottle still lays there So bury me on Brookfield And then I won't be scared
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