Peach Pit - Up Granville

When you're sad inside
Whipping up your lines about destroying
Like you could only care for the bitter end of it again

Hold me at your side
Call me to deny that I had loved you
When I already can't even walk past twelfth to get up Granville

Even at the golden light of morning
Leading you away from all this strife
Having ordinary company
That always leaves you dry
Even at the cocaine continental
Laughing at the way you cut your lines
Halving all of everybody's bag
And bucking up the time

When you've had enough
So you tossed it up like skeet and shot it
Just to mark up your week with a little candy
Of blood-red

Even at the golden light of morning
Leading you away from all this strife
Having ordinary company
That always leaves you dry
Even at the cocaine continental
Laughing at the way you cut your lines
Halving all of everybody's bag
And bucking up the time