MUSIC MONDAY: Karma by Arlie

You pick a song that you really like and share it on Monday.

Found this tag on Read Rant Rock & Roll. This meme was created by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek. 

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Last week’s song: Boys by Hippo Campus

This week’s song: Karma by Arlie

LYRICS

It was raining when you came in
You said, “Sorry I’m all wet”
I said, “You don’t have to be sorry
I’ll help you take care of that”
You lay it all out on the table
I said there’s no need to make a mess
We try to study, don’t get a lot done
All busy, worried ’bout that test

College hall’s no place for a study date
You couldn’t look yourself straight through the mirror
Wasn’t my fault to egg you on, I couldn’t wait
I shoulda known you couldn’t hold your own liquor
It’s a surefire but your daddy wouldn’t pay
He finds out I’m going down undercover
You know the truth is loving you was not a mistake
But that’s a lot of bad karma
Hey, I wouldn’t make a bad father

And now you’re saying you’re gonna leave me
It took a long time to get you there
You’re still a hot mess in your white dress
I’m busy trying not to stare
Oh freedom, oh freedom
Like a heartbeat could drive you mad
The thunder outside, drowning out my visions
Of what we lost and what we had

College hall’s such a cold place to be awake
You couldn’t look yourself straight through the mirror
Wasn’t my fault to egg you on, I couldn’t wait
I shoulda known you couldn’t hold your own liquor
It’s a surefire but your daddy wouldn’t pay
He finds out I’m going down undercover
You know the truth is loving you was not a mistake
But that’s a lot of bad karma
Hey, I wouldn’t make a bad father

I’m afraid that I’m to blame if you give up, Kassie
If I ever make it out of my head, you can have me
Maybe I could stick around, yeah, I could shape up, settle down
But tonight I’m freaking out ’cause you won’t call

Cold shoulder, pulled over on the interstate
Double take, saw a little face in the mirror
Knew we couldn’t tell your mother when I saw your plates
Heated seat, but you couldn’t speak through the shivers
You zip your jacket, try to hide your red letter A
Half mast, scattered ashes in the water
You know the truth is you could cut this any other way
It’s just a lot of bad karma
Hey, I wouldn’t make a bad father

‘Cause you won’t call, won’t
‘Cause you won’t, ’cause you won’t
You won’t call

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