I'm guided by voices,
The voices on my shoulders
In a heated discussion,
About repercussions
And losing composure.
'Cause I can't decide
On how much to try
To Try faking I'm happy for you
Don't drain the baby with the bath water
Just to fill up the shoes of the good father
The holiest ghost raising a good son
Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young
It's all to do with my expectations
Cuz It's pretty insane of me
To believe it'd be different
When you told me that
You were through with it all
Romanticizing
Staying at home
Don't drain the baby with the bath water
Just to fill up the shoes of the good father
The holiest ghost raising a good son
Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young
Roye Trout - Burned Bridges Lyrics
Roye Trout - Burned Bridges Lyrics
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I'm guided by voices,
The voices on my shoulders
In a heated discussion,
About repercussions
And losing composure.
'Cause I can't decide
On how much to try
To Try faking I'm happy for you
Don't drain the baby with the bath water
Just to fill up the shoes of the good father
The holiest ghost raising a good son
Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young
It's all to do with my expectations
Cuz It's pretty insane of me
To believe it'd be different
When you told me that
You were through with it all
Romanticizing
Staying at home
Don't drain the baby with the bath water
Just to fill up the shoes of the good father
The holiest ghost raising a good son
Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young
The voices on my shoulders
In a heated discussion,
About repercussions
And losing composure.
'Cause I can't decide
On how much to try
To Try faking I'm happy for you
Don't drain the baby with the bath water
Just to fill up the shoes of the good father
The holiest ghost raising a good son
Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young
It's all to do with my expectations
Cuz It's pretty insane of me
To believe it'd be different
When you told me that
You were through with it all
Romanticizing
Staying at home
Don't drain the baby with the bath water
Just to fill up the shoes of the good father
The holiest ghost raising a good son
Just to exit the tomb before while he's too young
Writer: Roye Truong
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