White Dress

 

I could be your new white dress

The one that makes you confident

You could be my old black boots

So I can stand up tall for you

 

Some days I don’t leave the house

Cause there’s so much they don’t talk about

But if you feel they’ve let you down

Go & get it for yourself

 

All my days are diamond mines or prison cells

Constantly arriving to find something else

Honestly, just trying to feel less alone

Plant myself a garden & wait out the storm

 

I could be your black tattoo

The one you got in high school

You could be the higher proof

The kind we like to dance to

 

These days we don’t even talk

Too numb to even recognize the shock

Maybe this is what we want

But it’s been awhile since we tried to turn it off

 

All my days are diamond mines or prison cells

Constantly arriving to find something else

Honestly, just trying to feel less alone

Plant myself a garden & wait out the storm

 

All my days are diamond mines or prison cells

Constantly arriving to find something else

Honestly, just trying to feel less alone

Plant myself a garden & wait out the storm

APPEARS ON

CREDITS

Vocals & Acoustic Guitars -- Roger Harvey

Electric Guitars -- Adam Meisterhans

Bass & Keys -- Travis Humbert

Drums-- Mike Sneeringer

Violin -- Casey Driscoll

Additional Vocals -- Cassie Lopez

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered --

Justin Francis at Ronnie's Place in Nashville, TN