Blue Moon Atlas
Lyrics
A blue moon atlas bruise on your heart
These are the things that make you fall apart
A backstreet survivor in the waiting room
Calling your mama baby come home soon
Blisters on your fingers carry heavy loads
Let me remind you gotta let it go
Chance a bad encounter for something sweet
Save a little room for hotcakes and tea
A killer whale with a killer smile
Dragged me home that last bloody mile
Bruise on my heart match the ones on my knees
Begging for something I don't really need
Throw down the covers keys out the door
Many days behind room for many more
A blue moon atlas shows where you've been
Fold back the pages where you found all your friends
A blue moon atlas bruise on your heart
These are the things that make you fall apart
A backstreet survivor in the waiting room
Calling your mama baby come home soon
Calling your mama baby come home soon
Calling your mama baby come home soon
Writer(s): Susan Coleman
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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