Lyrics Hazel - Roy Blair

Hazel

I was riding on Beverly by myself
I was working at Yummy, no daylight, hell
You were coming over once a week, where in my lap
You held me while I cried for the first time in a long time
Never really good with people or comforting them
My mom diagnosed, brother crying in his hands
I said, «If she died, who gets to keep my cat?»
Don’t know why death would affect me like that
But it did
Least my mom still lives
But my cat’s gone
Where my childhood is?
Where my innocence lived
On a Fifty Street
Thirty minutes from where I sleep
But I miss my bunk bed
And the sunsets
And the old friends
And the dead ends
Even when I didn’t have a reason to smile
But I still did
Love songs going like this for ya
Nights in your RV I won’t remember
Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget
Nights in your RV I won’t remember
Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget
If you don’t feel my groove, better move back
If you don’t fit the mood, why do you ask?
If you don’t feel my groove, better move back
If you don’t fit the mood
Fuck being modest
Got me in bed with you
More alive than ever
Quit eating junk food
Same pants all week
Got bleach on the side
For when you dye my hair green
Looks blue, but you tried
The times where I thought it was love were just peaks
A mountain a month, between terrible weeks
All this bad company
But everything I hate is a product of me
Can’t take back what I’ve been born with
My family gorgeous
Flaws and I won’t ignore them, they’re important
Keeping these friends until the end cause they’re important too
Sammy got my back, and I got Jack’s too
But that don’t mean everything squeaky clean in between
That’s really just how much they all mean to me
And rest in peace to my cat, Gary, and Aunt Jane
Steve, Kitty, Mary, Cousin Jason, Rhonda, Richard
Just stay forever
You just stay forever
You just stay
Can you just stay the night?
Nights in your RV I won’t remember
Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget
Nights in your RV I won’t remember
Rides in your car seat, I won’t forget
If you don’t feel my groove, better move back
If you don’t fit the mood, why do you ask?
If you don’t feel my groove, better move back
If you don’t fit the mood
(And I just — there would’ve been no pain if I had gone back and never met him)