Lyrics Stolen Liquor - Geographer

Stolen Liquor

No, he’s not waitin'
He’s got a dollar in his pocket
And he’s not gonna waste it
Go so far away to make it
Home again
Home again
The only way to be the reason
Fly so high you’re frozen
Split yourself so thin
That’s one thing we’ll never figure out
When we’re gone
We’re gone forever
But get fucked up
'Til you feel better
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
You know better
You’ll take my arms
Cause I won’t
She’s gonna make it
She’s gotta smile that you love
You almost hate it
Everytime she crosses your mind
She’s home again, home again
It’s
Try to be a river for her ocean
That’s one thing we’ll never figure out
When we’re gone
We’re gone forever
But get fucked up
'Til you feel better
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
You know better
You’ll take my arms
Cause I won’t
I don’t need to know