Call It from Bash by Team Stray

CALL IT

I'm getting tired of standing up for one
Who carries extra, but never has enough
Like angels on the needles in your eyes
The blood on my hands is wearing a disguise
You choose your own road
And carry this along
A diamond to lug
A wish for a private song

Call it what you want
It's a lie, back to front
It's the only way we talk anymore

And I remember the burning of the one
The ashes of a ladder to the sun
The moon is wrong, the light is much too low
I land in your eyes like someone you don't know
You choose your own road
And carry this along
A diamond to lug
A wish for a private song

Call it what you want
It's a lie, back to front
It's the only way we talk anymore

• Pop Punk
• Punk
• indie
• power pop
• Cincinnati