Lyrics
Strapped into my engines
Never understood my pain
Skin, thicker than the plot
Scared to turn the page
Tennessee, the tip of Maine
Every highway feels the same
Ive sweltered in the sun
But I Feel for the rain
August was on fire
September burned me out
Stayed home for halloween
Cuz my costume was myself
I ain't tryna fake it
But I feel like someone else
Now the weatherman's high of 45
has my ego on the shelf
I'm still a kid from a rivertown
But now I look my age
Cuz that winter wind is blowin' in
Drawing lines here on my face
I cut my hair and inked my skin
Stringin' my last threads of innocence together
I'll just blame it on the weather
Seems like people die
When them flowers do the same
Maybe they get tired
With these colder shorter days
And as Im gettin older, my questions they ain't changed
Just better gettin closure, when there's one thing I can blame
I'm still a kid from a rivertown
But now I look my age
Cuz that winter wind is blowin' in
Drawing lines here on my face
I cut my hair and inked my skin
Stringin my last threads of innocence together
I'll just blame it on the weather
I'm still a kid from a rivertown
But now I look my age
Cuz that winter wind is blowin' in
Drawing lines here on my face
I cut my hair and inked my skin
Stringin' my last threads of innocence together
I'll just blame it on the weather