Griver - Song for Chris
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This is too damn studious
As the smell of chalk dust and hardwood floors
This is our half-earned curse
I know everything’s not pure
Take down your arms
Take down
Chalk on your hands
Is a buildup to nothing
We’re stuck a few words short
A few worlds short
This is so plain
This is every hour
This is every hour spent
Trying to figure out those
Those few words
Those few words
This is every hour spent
Putting a label on wasting time
This is every hour spent
Putting a label on wasting time
We’re building with the knowledge
Of tearing ourselves down
That’s what we say anyway
This is too damn studious
As the smell of chalk dust and hardwood floors
This is our half-earned curse
I know everything’s not pure
Take down your arms
Take down
Chalk on your hands
Is a buildup to nothing
As the smell of chalk dust and hardwood floors
This is our half-earned curse
I know everything’s not pure
Take down your arms
Take down
Chalk on your hands
Is a buildup to nothing
We’re stuck a few words short
A few worlds short
This is so plain
This is every hour
This is every hour spent
Trying to figure out those
Those few words
Those few words
This is every hour spent
Putting a label on wasting time
This is every hour spent
Putting a label on wasting time
We’re building with the knowledge
Of tearing ourselves down
That’s what we say anyway
This is too damn studious
As the smell of chalk dust and hardwood floors
This is our half-earned curse
I know everything’s not pure
Take down your arms
Take down
Chalk on your hands
Is a buildup to nothing
