Bobby Kid | Still Here


I’m from a small town where the grass is always light brown

And people always greet you with a kiss

Hide the boys from bra straps but you’re weak if you don’t get your ass on the field on friday nights

In my town we let ourselves go, you’re supposed to stay there until you’re old

I guess god’s a soldier and we’re never getting older

Watching time slowly tick its arms

But my mama knows your daddy

And who was that boy batting on the red, he’s famous now

We’re still here it’s just we can’t hang around

The same broken playground, it hurts us in our soul

We’re still here it’s just we’ve seemed to move away

Maybe on to better things or perhaps a change in pace

We’re still here it’s just we’re on a different page

And it all goes down the drain

The moment you go gray

We’re still here i just don’t go to church no more

I can’t silently ignore

What I know to be true

We’re still here


Bobby Kid : Peach

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