Lyrics Charcoal - Flo , F. Scott

This is a
This is a letter
Not really a letter
I'm no worse or no
I'm no worse or no better
But how have you been
But this isn't a
At its worst it's a song
A mantra at it's best
A get up and go get her
But you'll leave it too long
So you know what you had
A perfectly fit and well knit kinda Charcoal wool sweater

So don't be all sad
Like the nights were so cold
Not unusual for the summer
You'd say my wooly was black
But you'd rep it in gold
My high school colours
Somehow it seems so surreal
And the music's too loud
I fumble for your hand
I stumble on my words
I am almost the man
I think you
Forgive me, my thoughts often get patchy
A quilt or a sleeve
No well worn heart to sight see
Cause I don't have my sleeve
Cause I don't have my sweater
Cause this isn't a letter
It's a sword with a sheath best believe that the pen is no better
It's fodder for righteousness
Don't you see it

A door with a wreath so you know where the winter was headed
Do you see it
Or a home that is not mine
I don't regret it
But if money is
Sometimes I pray for your friendship
But most times
I know you know I don't believe in
But most times I do nothing at all
Do you follow me
Because I've lost you before

Before the nights got too cold
More people started to dance
I'd start having fans
They'd smile with their lips and their teeth and your eyes they would
Roll with the punches don't fold
Then go fucking home
Then why are you here
Then go fuck some
I'd say it's ok that's just how this shit
A weekend apart
That's how this shit starts
That just how this shit goes
What would it have cost you to
Moreover you hurt at my shows
You hurt and it shows
It's all in your eyes
Lit up by the lights
The flickering lights
They're open they're open they're open they're open
They're closed
In the end it's just fine
You still stick by my side
A little further each time

So mull it over with wine
You caught me at the right
Money
I've been seeing this
The light
But time is
Funny that way
I see them side by side
Like the ones where I sing wrong in songs that no one will find
That no one will hear
Just you and the fam
No album next year
No break from the tour
No weeks disappeared
Just a home to afford
A honda accord
A shawty Aux cord
And a friend to be bored with
And I'd turn down the volume
And I'd reach for your hand
And I'd speak real clear
And I'd be the man
God damn you revered

Cause I'd know what I wanted
Now I know what I wanted
I don't know what I want now
I'm not blessed I'm cursed
I'm not bitter I'm burnt
I'm not better I'm worse
Cause I know what I want now
I want you to try harder
I want an answer
You need a partner
You need some space
Now I need an apartment
And I need a titter
You need a light
But I needed a shot in the darkness
I haven't seen you in years
Don't make me a martyr
Don't make this shit weird
Don't make this shit real
Don't make this the header
But this isn't a letter
Its peace in piecemeal
An attempt to get better
Cause I know what I want now
I want my charcoal wool sweate