Texty: Emerson Hart. Cigarettes & Gasoline. Ordinary.
How did I become responsible
Without ever taking responsibility
How did we become so ugly
Without ever changing anything
How do we get to be so ordinary
When did we lose ourselves in conversation
How do we get to be so
How do we get to be so ordinary
And how did you come to find me here
Twist the line, jump the rut to build again
And how did I become the smoking gun
Without ever loading anyone
How do we get to be so ordinary
How did we lose ourselves in conversation
How do we get to be so
How do we get to be so ordinary
What a lover would
I wanna get me some
I know it's alright, babe
I know it's alright, baby
You fear the mountain for the wood
Let you cut it down
You know you hate it
You know you won't shake it now
Wonder what I did
You know you're gonna like it
I know it's the right, babe
I know it's alright now
If you're gonna run
I wanna give you some
I know it's the right, babe
I know it's the right, baby
But how did you come to find me here
How do we get to be so ordinary
When did we lose ourselves in conversation
How do we get to be so
How do we get to be so ordinary, ordinary
Without ever taking responsibility
How did we become so ugly
Without ever changing anything
How do we get to be so ordinary
When did we lose ourselves in conversation
How do we get to be so
How do we get to be so ordinary
And how did you come to find me here
Twist the line, jump the rut to build again
And how did I become the smoking gun
Without ever loading anyone
How do we get to be so ordinary
How did we lose ourselves in conversation
How do we get to be so
How do we get to be so ordinary
What a lover would
I wanna get me some
I know it's alright, babe
I know it's alright, baby
You fear the mountain for the wood
Let you cut it down
You know you hate it
You know you won't shake it now
Wonder what I did
You know you're gonna like it
I know it's the right, babe
I know it's alright now
If you're gonna run
I wanna give you some
I know it's the right, babe
I know it's the right, baby
But how did you come to find me here
How do we get to be so ordinary
When did we lose ourselves in conversation
How do we get to be so
How do we get to be so ordinary, ordinary
Cigarettes & Gasoline
Hart, Emerson