UT Kirin - Sweet Missouri Lyrics

Lafayette - you called me?
Wine cellar, oh well
I guess he's had his fix of red
And gone on off to bed
But we'll get house tickets, Calvin Harris
Wishing he was not a mess
So we could get him up at nine for class
You know I love the way that two within a double
Can make each other
Feel as though they didn't grow up all alone
But with a brother
So where's my Southern twin?
And why can't I find him in my evening long companions?
Form a band, try to score a show off campus
Try to score the soundtrack of her life
In C major ballads
My first time in Austin
Didn't go the way I wanted
Fifty-fifty nights on couches
Wondering if I should have tried
The cheap coffee and marijuana
And if you're so inclined
We could leap through puddles, never minding
Post break exam dates, internship applications
You never have to lie
I know you won't be coming back after April
And this year you burned
And I'll stay lit
And I will keep you alive late Thursday nights
Around an empty handle
Where I'll tell stories of your life
As it was filtered through my eyes
Sweet Missouri

Lafayette - you called me?
Wine cellar, oh well
I guess he's had his fix of red
And gone on off to bed
But we'll get house tickets, Calvin Harris
Wishing he was not a mess
So we could get him up at nine for class
You know I love the way that two within a double
Can make each other
Feel as though they didn't grow up all alone
But with a brother
So where's my Southern twin?
And why can't I find him in my evening long companions?
Form a band, try to score a show off campus
Try to score the soundtrack of her life
In C major ballads
My first time in Austin
Didn't go the way I wanted
Fifty-fifty nights on couches
Wondering if I should have tried
The cheap coffee and marijuana
And if you're so inclined
We could leap through puddles, never minding
Post break exam dates, internship applications
You never have to lie
I know you won't be coming back after April
And this year you burned
And I'll stay lit
And I will keep you alive late Thursday nights
Around an empty handle
Where I'll tell stories of your life
As it was filtered through my eyes
Sweet Missouri