J.D Sallinger by Kelly Flatley Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Maybe I'm a recluse in a house I don't own
I've started talking to tin can telephones
Daily dose of damage
I get obsessed with
Call It karma
Or self reflection

[Chorus]
I could throw a Molotov cocktail
Burn down the places I go
Start a great American novel
Like the one Salinger wrote

[Verse 2]
Maybe I'm a recluse my old friends forgot
Feel myself slipping
When the hardwood starts to rot
I'll cut you off like a frostbitten limb
I'm embarrassed
Feel the phantom kicking in
[Chorus]
I could throw a Molotov cocktail
Burn down the places I go
Start a great Amеrican novel
Like the onе Salinger wrote

[Bridge]
So call me what you want
An arsonist, a solipsist
At war with pagan gods

Give me what I need
The energy to push away
Everyone I meet

[Chorus]
I could throw a Molotov cocktail
Burn down the places I go
Start a great American novel
Like the one Salinger wrote