Roger Harvey White Dress
I could be your new white dress
The one that makes you confident
You could be my old black boots
So I can stand up tall for you
Some days I don't leave the house
'cause there's so much they don't talk about
But if you feel it let you down
Go an get it for yourself
All my days are dining mines or prison cells
Constantly arriving to find something else
Honestly just trying to feel less alone
Plant myself a garden and wait out the storm
I could be your black tie, too
The one you got in high school
You could be the high approval
The kind we like to dance to
These days we don't even talk
Too numb to even recognize the shock
Maybe this is what we want
But it's been a while since we tried to turn it off
All my days are dining mines or prison cells
Constantly arriving to find something else
Honestly just trying to feel less alone
Plant myself a garden and wait out the storm
All my days are dining mines or prison cells
Constantly arriving to find something else
Honestly just trying to feel less alone
Plant myself a garden and wait out the storm
