The Things They Carried - Doree

I could really use a miracle

Have a spirit call me on my way

Where’s the pot of gold?

This has gotten old

I pray you’re unbreakable

My body’s shaking but you’re barely one to blame

I’ve been feeling kinda cynical at the pinnacle of my mistake baby Light the

load

I can take the high road

Wade on the brink of always and unthinkable

Always seems the same

But I don’t really know

I don’t really care

I don’t wanna blow up but you know I’ll always be there

Dare me to share what I carry and lose to your prayer

I should’ve listened to what i’d been told

A city of gold is no hom for holding on to your throne

And now that we’re grown

I’m ovr the hopeful tone

You’re not my own

But that’s a pretty low blow

I didn’t wanna play it back I tried to block the fact you’d be the one to fuck

me up like that

My bad you’re just a passing fad

I know I helped cast a shadow

And down below i felt you holding on the rope that I had dropped

No control I forgot

So go

And I’ll pay the fare

As long as you’re home and i’m safe under someone else’s care

Be a burden to bury

I’m sure you’re nowhere

And baby sure enough there’s no repair unpredictable

I’ll warn ya I won’t be there, for

I’m not holding on to you anymore

And I won’t fold and I’m not yours what’s more?

Why don’t you know?

Why don’t you care?

And why won’t I blow up?

For god’s sake I think it’s only fair you’re a burden to bury

I’m lost in your prayer