Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Finn Patrick MacDevitt
Songwriter
Lyrics
I thought I found the one for me
Turns out I was 'wrong-er' than I'll
Ever fuckin' be
She threw three garbage bags my way
She told me, "Here's your life, don't go wasting it away..."
So I threw them in the
Back of my Honda and looked at myself
And said, "I'm never goin' back."
Cause prisoners of love are the ones most starved
And the ones most blue and black
I looked up to God and forgot for a sec
He was never even there
By the time I got home I was just too drained
To get my baggage up the stairs
Learn to break
Learn to mend
Learn to stop playing pretend
Fight or fly
Get too high
Start to leave without goodbyes
And you throw yourself Away
Ah-ah
Asked Ursa Major for advice
She said not to sweat it, I just gotta brighten up my life
I said, "How can that be done?"
She said, "Look, I'm not really sure kid, maybe you should ask the sun"
So I packed one bag and a hardshell case
And I found the nearest hill
And I screamed to the sky, "Mr. Sunshine guy, could you teach me how to fill
up my life with
Beams that shine, that I can call mine,"
And he never answered back
I'm still waiting for an answer
Or some livelihood-enhancer
that could set me back on track
Learn to wait
Learn to press
Learn to get shit off your chest
Wait for light
Or adjust to night
Either way you'll be alright
And you throw yourself A Way
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Throw yourself A Way
Written by: Finn Patrick MacDevitt