Slaughter Beach, Dog - Acolyte lyrics

You won't leave the table She won't leave your mind Gotta get out of Ohio Feeling short on time Eyeball your inheritance Dead stare at the bar Put back one more Stumble under the stars We could fly to Ireland You know I'm good for the ticket Try to smirk, but you're smiling Know I'll stick with it Annie, I want you to marry me We'll wait a few years I don't mean to frighten you I just wanna be clear She's a drink behind you Wander off to the stairs Ten bucks for the last game s** smoke from the air Man, it cuts like a dull knife When you're young and you're told Make sense when your older Darling, let's get old I'd say you look tired Sing my secret choir Soak my scrapes and sleep tight Sing, my brave acolyte I'd say you look tired Sing my secret choir Soak my scrapes and sleep tight Sing, my brave acolyte