ryan adams

All I wanna do is get up, is get up, is get up

In the morning in the morning

And not wanna die

I feel alright when I think about you

Walking through a star field covered in lights

Wasted like you’re losing your job you’re so fired

We’re just like the ones we used to make fun of

It’s beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta

Beautiful sorta, but not

Beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta

Beautiful sorta, but not

All I wanna do is get down, is get down, is get down

In the evening, in the evening

And not wanna die

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

I’m buzzing like a jar full of lightening bugs

Walking through a star field covered in lights

Wasted like a bum with somebody’s wallet

Pictures inside of you and me, you and I

So far past sad I’m crazy and scary

It’s Beautiful Sorta, Beautiful Sorta