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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Larysa Musick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Larysa Musick
Songwriter
Letra
Maybe we're friends 'cause we're far apart
You don't see me flip the handle when I'm cookin'
Maybe you're far 'cause you're smarter than me
Maybe we're losing commonalities
My sister said I'm a pot of hot water bubblin'
Maybe my lids off, I'm making steam
Maybe I'm not used to seeing
Blue skies, blue skies, honey
Break the good news to me
I couldn't see sun through the trees, it's funny
You lifted the leaves, showing me it's that easy
Maybe I don't light up 'cause I'm smoked out
Levelled like a used candle
Maybe my wick's not fit for a flame
Maybe I should change my ways
It's a bad sign when my light is flickerin'
Maybe hot air makes soot, maybe I'm too proud to look for
Blue skies, blue skies, honey
Break the good news to me
I couldn't see sun through the trees, it's funny
You lifted the leaves, showing me it's that easy
The chips in my walls reveal a brighter paint
Revisions of me are falling away
My mother is an immigrant, my father helped her speak
Watching them, I see love loosens your lips to pronounce, "Please"
Maybe it's a trick, maybe I'm a fool for staying
Maybe I'm a tired door hinging and swinging
Maybe I was not expecting
Blue skies, blue skies, honey
Break the good news to me
I couldn't see sun through the trees, it's funny
You lifted the leaves, showing me it's that easy
It's easy
Writer(s): Larysa Musick
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