OCTAVES LYRICS

"Be Angry At The Sun For Setting"

How can you look him in the eye?
Not nearly as boundless and kind
When you point your gaze to the sky
I dare you not to scream my name
The greener pastures always draw me away
The greener pastures have withered up and died
But I keep on trucking
You keep on blowing down the road
Now you can't look me in the eye
And you have only yourself to blame
When your Romeo leaves you to die
I dare you not to scream my name
Scream my name

You can find me at the bottom of a bottle
With a set of open arms
To stop the shaking [?]

Have some decency
Help me avert my eyes
Paint me yellow, black and blue
What would your father think?
To see his rosebud wilting away
Painting his loft golden with innocence
Carve your name in his four post bed
Joining in the ranks of the single serving romance
One more score
Daddy's little door prize
Stole my favorite shirt
To burn her bridges down
Burn your bridges down
Burn your bridges down
But don't, no don't
Don't you dare to hold a candle to {mine}

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