Don't you have anything better to do than smoke those cigarettes?
They'll kill you in the long run
Although I'm starting to think that's what you want done
Filling in your eyebrows to fill fiction in to facts
To compensate for confidence
But your zealous presence becomes a nuisance
And now she even does her hair like she's troubled
Keep off the internet your problems'll double
Your history's trying to break loose
'Cause it's tied around your neck like a noose or a dog tag
You poor dog tagged girl
Don't you have anything better to do than still bother with me?
I just wasn't there for you
And I didn't know it'd do that to you
We fill in the memories as if they're fantasy not fact
To numb the wounds that scar your torso
The pains in your brain pain you more so
Well now she's even done her hair like she's troubled
Keep off the internet your problems'll double
Your history's trying to break loose
'Cause it's tied around your neck like a noose or a dog tag
You poor dog tagged girl
And I
I'm sorry that I screwed you over at the wrong time
I just wish that I could've made up my mind
Could've made up my mind
Could've made up my mind
Could've made up my mind
Devon Church embraces a warm and introspective singer-songwriter sound evocative of Lee Hazlewood and Nick Cave on his latest. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2023