Текст песни Bamboo Plants - Ryan Cassata

Fucking with a guitar that won't stay in tune
I left my good one in my bedroom
I haven't been home in a while
Stopped showing up at my job
Had a talk with God saying that's not what my heart wants
I think he will figure it out
I'm sure I will make it some other way
I'll make it some other way
Mail is piling up at my front door
All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
I think they will figure it out
Think they will figure it out
Old Judy is waiting on the porch to hear my sound
I remind her of her granddaughter she has lost to a different crowd
So she is stuck drinking tall cans overseas
Old Judy don't you know that alcohol is a disease and it still rattles me
Still lives inside of me
I think she will figure it out
She will figure it out
I think she'll figure it out
Think she'll figure it out
Mail is piling up at my front door
All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
I think they will figure it out
Think they will figure it out
Panic revealed on your kitchen floor
You hold me close saying it makes you love me more
And that my wreckage won't make you run
Dogs are howling in the yard
I'm stargazing laying on a plastic lawn
If you come close
You bet I'll make you come
You'll figure it out
You figure it out
You'll figure it out
You figure it out
Mail is piling up at my front door
All my bamboo plants are probably dead by now
Neighbors wondering where the hell I went
And if my check for rent will ever be sent somehow
They will figure it out
I think they will figure it out
They will figure it out
I think they'll make it some other way
They'll make it some other way
They'll figure it out
Like I figured out