Good Grief Lyrics

	作词 : Amelia Murray/Caleb Harper/Kieran Lama/Ashton Michael Hardman-Le Cornu
	作曲 : Amelia Murray/Caleb Harper/Kieran Lama/Ashton Michael Hardman-Le Cornu
	You stand so tall in your head
	I’ll erase it all until your dead
	And regret that I didn’t call
	But enough is enough, my heart is sunk
	And it feels like 16, like a magazine, like I’m undoing
	A husk in my bed
	And I drive, it’s dusk, my eyes all red
	And a short, a fleeting thought comes in
	You’re alive until you own the sin
	And it feels like 18, like a guillotine, like I’m…
	Kicked out of home, mumma, 10 and alone
	I don’t care about things that I’m too young to know
	Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
	Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
	Good Grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
	Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed
	Inside my home a shaking crawl
	And your eyes do roll and sheets get torn
	And again a fleeting thought is formed
	But in 5 it’s gone, the TV’s on
	And I dream of release and the tears ease, and I fear…
	Kicked out of home, mumma, ten and alone
	I don’t care about things that I’m too young to know
	Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
	Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
	Good grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
	Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed

	zuo ci : Amelia Murray Caleb Harper Kieran Lama Ashton Michael HardmanLe Cornu
	zuo qu : Amelia Murray Caleb Harper Kieran Lama Ashton Michael HardmanLe Cornu
	You stand so tall in your head
	I' ll erase it all until your dead
	And regret that I didn' t call
	But enough is enough, my heart is sunk
	And it feels like 16, like a magazine, like I' m undoing
	A husk in my bed
	And I drive, it' s dusk, my eyes all red
	And a short, a fleeting thought comes in
	You' re alive until you own the sin
	And it feels like 18, like a guillotine, like I' m
	Kicked out of home, mumma, 10 and alone
	I don' t care about things that I' m too young to know
	Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
	Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
	Good Grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
	Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed
	Inside my home a shaking crawl
	And your eyes do roll and sheets get torn
	And again a fleeting thought is formed
	But in 5 it' s gone, the TV' s on
	And I dream of release and the tears ease, and I fear
	Kicked out of home, mumma, ten and alone
	I don' t care about things that I' m too young to know
	Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
	Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
	Good grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
	Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed

	zuò cí : Amelia Murray Caleb Harper Kieran Lama Ashton Michael HardmanLe Cornu
	zuò qǔ : Amelia Murray Caleb Harper Kieran Lama Ashton Michael HardmanLe Cornu
	You stand so tall in your head
	I' ll erase it all until your dead
	And regret that I didn' t call
	But enough is enough, my heart is sunk
	And it feels like 16, like a magazine, like I' m undoing
	A husk in my bed
	And I drive, it' s dusk, my eyes all red
	And a short, a fleeting thought comes in
	You' re alive until you own the sin
	And it feels like 18, like a guillotine, like I' m
	Kicked out of home, mumma, 10 and alone
	I don' t care about things that I' m too young to know
	Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
	Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
	Good Grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
	Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed
	Inside my home a shaking crawl
	And your eyes do roll and sheets get torn
	And again a fleeting thought is formed
	But in 5 it' s gone, the TV' s on
	And I dream of release and the tears ease, and I fear
	Kicked out of home, mumma, ten and alone
	I don' t care about things that I' m too young to know
	Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
	Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
	Good grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
	Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed

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