Twenty by Troubled Coast Lyrics

Chances are, it’s on the west coast
Chances are, it gets you home
So let’s find a reason you’re a wreck when you’re alone

It’s those warm pacific nights
In your favorite summer dress
Swimming without words through grace and gestures of regret
Like the fox under the hunter's gun

You were the death I couldn’t stand to turn away from
For twenty something years
What did you do?
Well, words can’t describe the way
Your fingers wrapped around his sad, little throat
What did you say?
Only you’d come back soon
Just another of your lies that made me want you more

Don’t fuck this up

So let’s find a reason you’re a wreck when you’re alone
Forgot, too young
White lined, black lungs
Living for nothing
First make me understand
I think I’m starting to believe
First make me understand
I think I’m feeling gravity
But calling it your voice
Mistook identity and chance and called it grace

So make me understand
I think I’m losing hope tonight
So maybe without words it seeped into your bedroom walls
Went through your lying teeth with whiskey down your throat

And you know how you are
Always the grace of God when you know that I don’t and that I gave that up