Nails lavender, passing the can round and I'm
Having a grand time with my family in my mind
But instead I'm miles away and years too late to be there standing beside
My best friend while she's got a new man by her side
Quit the stammering, you hammered in the nails from inside
So now the coffin is closed, amount of oxygen's low
Pray in hushed tones, talking with ghosts
Maybe I can make some new friends after I'm gone
A diamond in the rough
I'm a shitty piece of coal
The pious hate my guts
They're flipping through the book of Job
I'm lying in the dust
That settles after every show
When the last applause that rang across
The halls only echoes
That's what closure sounds like
Doors slamming in your face
Coors slammed into her face
Cords tangled and her face blue
Your hands clasped, wish that he could save you
Four hands grasp the casket, hope they raise you high
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Nails lavender, passing the can round and I'm
Having a grand time with my family in my mind
But instead I'm miles away and years too late to be there standing beside
My best friend while she's got a new man by her side
Quit the stammering, you hammered in the nails from inside
So now the coffin is closed, amount of oxygen's low
Pray in hushed tones, talking with ghosts
Maybe I can make some new friends after I'm gone
A diamond in the rough
I'm a shitty piece of coal
The pious hate my guts
They're flipping through the book of Job
I'm lying in the dust
That settles after every show
When the last applause that rang across
The halls only echoes
That's what closure sounds like
Doors slamming in your face
Coors slammed into her face
Cords tangled and her face blue
Your hands clasped, wish that he could save you
Four hands grasp the casket, hope they raise you high
Having a grand time with my family in my mind
But instead I'm miles away and years too late to be there standing beside
My best friend while she's got a new man by her side
Quit the stammering, you hammered in the nails from inside
So now the coffin is closed, amount of oxygen's low
Pray in hushed tones, talking with ghosts
Maybe I can make some new friends after I'm gone
A diamond in the rough
I'm a shitty piece of coal
The pious hate my guts
They're flipping through the book of Job
I'm lying in the dust
That settles after every show
When the last applause that rang across
The halls only echoes
That's what closure sounds like
Doors slamming in your face
Coors slammed into her face
Cords tangled and her face blue
Your hands clasped, wish that he could save you
Four hands grasp the casket, hope they raise you high
Writer: Kit Wilson
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