Trash Bucket Blues by Hunter Hart Lyrics
Verse 1:
At my lowest I’m no better than him, all my actions are equal to his, the only difference is he’s serving time, while I’m out here losing my mind, he spoke to me in a dream, he said nothing he’s done’s obscene, and then he said sat beside me, and slowly started to kill me where i stood
Chorus 1:
As I’m getting older, I get a little slower, I get a little colder, As I get sadder, I get a little madder, I get a little hatter, i had her, but now you’re gone
Verse 2:
You were the one who threw those feelings on the table, you were to one who pulled them off the shelf, but we don’t talk about them now, we don’t really talk now, there’s cigarette butts on this bench I wasn’t aware that it was a part time ashtray, I was an ashtray for your feelings, you never asked me how I’m feeling
Verse 3:
I'm sick of super Nintendo aesthetics, it's not the 90’s anymore, quit trying to have nostalgia for a time, you weren't even born, I miss my brother, he's not dead I just haven't seen him since he moved out and I'm too scared to text him because I don't want to get ignored
Chorus:
As I’m getting older, I get a little slower, I get a little colder, As I get sadder, I get a little madder, I get a little hatter, i had her, but now you’re gone
Outro:
The only thing I see in this city are more expensive versions of the people that I used to know, before you cast them for the lead role, in the TV show that got, thrown out on the side of the road
At my lowest I’m no better than him, all my actions are equal to his, the only difference is he’s serving time, while I’m out here losing my mind, he spoke to me in a dream, he said nothing he’s done’s obscene, and then he said sat beside me, and slowly started to kill me where i stood
Chorus 1:
As I’m getting older, I get a little slower, I get a little colder, As I get sadder, I get a little madder, I get a little hatter, i had her, but now you’re gone
Verse 2:
You were the one who threw those feelings on the table, you were to one who pulled them off the shelf, but we don’t talk about them now, we don’t really talk now, there’s cigarette butts on this bench I wasn’t aware that it was a part time ashtray, I was an ashtray for your feelings, you never asked me how I’m feeling
Verse 3:
I'm sick of super Nintendo aesthetics, it's not the 90’s anymore, quit trying to have nostalgia for a time, you weren't even born, I miss my brother, he's not dead I just haven't seen him since he moved out and I'm too scared to text him because I don't want to get ignored
Chorus:
As I’m getting older, I get a little slower, I get a little colder, As I get sadder, I get a little madder, I get a little hatter, i had her, but now you’re gone
Outro:
The only thing I see in this city are more expensive versions of the people that I used to know, before you cast them for the lead role, in the TV show that got, thrown out on the side of the road