Foothills

[Verse 1]
I come from the foothills brother but don’t be fooled
‘Cause when my foot hits hill it only knows one rule
The house lights burn brighter than the stage
It’s a fallacy we all gotta take to the grave
And that tie looks a little like a leash to me
But the cul-de-sac curse is gonna set you free
‘Lectricity’s paid, your landlord’s happy
When the tenants aren’t complaining ‘bout the neighbor’s shitty rapping
But enough about me, you’re the head of the table
The king in this fable, I’m the dirt in your stable
I’m just an ex who never washed your sweater
‘Till I decide I like my own songs better
What a way for a guy to go down
When the fans recognize they can melt this crown
Targaryen me, wary would be putting it lightly
That’s the leading cause among the high and the mighty

[Chorus]
And I got bones of maple, and I got a tone worth stealing
And ain’t nobody told us that a chorus couldn’t have a little feeling
I got bottles a-plenty to pour down the drain
And I’ll keep putting pen on paper ‘till the dragon be slain

[Verse 2]
And I don’t know who to ask permission
Or when to catch my breath when I’m kissing into you
And when the season’s through I’ll end up missing you
So while it still tastes new, let’s do like cats do
And pretend we don’t care, pretend that life’s fair
Pretend the rain ain’t a logistical nightmare
For a boy trying to validate his insecurities
Why won’t they pray for me?
If you see a light on the hill, you go follow it
If the mic’s directional you gotta swallow it
You know four score and seven life lessons ago
I learned that preaching to the pavement is an all-time low
Yet, here I am, scripture in hand
With my sympathetic, synaesthetic view of the man
And I say he ain’t half bad
Or maybe I’m the starry-eyed son he never had

[Chorus]
And I got bones of maple, and I got a tone worth stealing
And ain’t nobody told us that a chorus couldn’t have a little feeling
I got bottles a-plenty to pour down the drain
And I’ll keep putting pen on paper ‘till the dragon be slain
Putting pen on paper ‘till the dragon be slain

[Outro]
And brother I got a story blocking up my veins
And I got a feeling that Sheeran and the Prophet gonna look my way
And you can call me a dropout, I’m a sucker for pain
But I’ll drink lemon juice for dinner ‘till the dragon be slain