There’s Guns in the House

There's something about spending months in the house
Where the dirt and the poise ain't old
Growing up from the ground is enough to amount
Doing [?] to avoid my goals
There's guns in the house
And I want to get out of an Earth that destroys my soul
The sun isn't out
It spends hundreds of hours on the hunt for the one less cold
Don't talk much really, I just touch her a lot
Is it my fault if I suffer the consequences of shit that a hundred of times
And intentions fall short of loving the time I spent with you in the Summer
And I still give it thought but it wasn't a lot
And I sit with feelings that I would'vе forgot
But how could I forget?
Told you I don't love you and I wouldn't pretеnd
Really it was something that couldn't be made
And I'm hoping we can talk more, I'm looking to vent
Was hoping we could talk more, I'm looking to vent
I been on the top floor [?]
I'm making a lot more then I can spend
Wonder if I'll find more problems again
I've already got more something advance
Easier to come down, you're tougher to force
How did you get pregnant? Wasn't fucking you raw
Just as I expected, I knew something was off
All your feelings are protected, should have come for your flaws
Should have come for your flaws