Walking on a tightrope
Seasons change like the fear of us
Sinking in the shallows
I don't get it why half of it's so rough
Driving and I'm worn out
Curtains closed listen Alex sing that song
Or was I wrong to ask you
What's the point
Do you even care
Put yourself inside that little jar of yours
Sold my soul to the man to find
Myself inside a box
This pretty little place of mine
This pretty little place of mine
What's the point if you can't draw the line
Yourself
Something in the air now
My spine feels the ground around me
Punch drunk loud mouth
Stupid things I say beneath my feet
Tasting the regret now
Do you listen to anything I say
To the words I say
What's the point
Do you even care
Put yourself inside that little jar of yours
Sold my soul to the man to find
Myself inside a box
This pretty little place of mine
This pretty little place of mine
What's the point if you can't draw the line
Yourself
Draw the line
You can paint the walls yourself
Draw the line
You can paint the walls yourself
Magenta Wave - Tightrope Lyrics
Magenta Wave - Tightrope Lyrics
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Walking on a tightrope
Seasons change like the fear of us
Sinking in the shallows
I don't get it why half of it's so rough
Driving and I'm worn out
Curtains closed listen Alex sing that song
Or was I wrong to ask you
What's the point
Do you even care
Put yourself inside that little jar of yours
Sold my soul to the man to find
Myself inside a box
This pretty little place of mine
This pretty little place of mine
What's the point if you can't draw the line
Yourself
Something in the air now
My spine feels the ground around me
Punch drunk loud mouth
Stupid things I say beneath my feet
Tasting the regret now
Do you listen to anything I say
To the words I say
What's the point
Do you even care
Put yourself inside that little jar of yours
Sold my soul to the man to find
Myself inside a box
This pretty little place of mine
This pretty little place of mine
What's the point if you can't draw the line
Yourself
Draw the line
You can paint the walls yourself
Draw the line
You can paint the walls yourself
Seasons change like the fear of us
Sinking in the shallows
I don't get it why half of it's so rough
Driving and I'm worn out
Curtains closed listen Alex sing that song
Or was I wrong to ask you
What's the point
Do you even care
Put yourself inside that little jar of yours
Sold my soul to the man to find
Myself inside a box
This pretty little place of mine
This pretty little place of mine
What's the point if you can't draw the line
Yourself
Something in the air now
My spine feels the ground around me
Punch drunk loud mouth
Stupid things I say beneath my feet
Tasting the regret now
Do you listen to anything I say
To the words I say
What's the point
Do you even care
Put yourself inside that little jar of yours
Sold my soul to the man to find
Myself inside a box
This pretty little place of mine
This pretty little place of mine
What's the point if you can't draw the line
Yourself
Draw the line
You can paint the walls yourself
Draw the line
You can paint the walls yourself
Writer: Grayson Thompson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid