Mott St - Celia

Composed by：Jackson Shanks/Celia Babini

Produced by：Jackson Shanks/Celia Babini

Mott street ain't been the same since

Dan fields election day

And I called you when it rained

To tell you virginia looked the same as

Wednesday when you came by

And cried about your dog that died in the third grade

I don't know why it feels like I'm wasting my life

I don't know why it feels like I'm wasting my life

There's a country club by the lake

That doesn't let women play golf on good Sundays

But I gave everything away to show you

You don't need me

I don't know why it feels like I'm wasting my life

I don't know why it feels like I'm wasting my life

Eating me from the outside in

It's eating me from the outside in

It's eating me from the outside in

It's eating me from

It's eating me from

It's eating me from the outside in

Scraped my knee running home

To watch the man land on the moon

Grab the remote blinds are closed

I've been sad now you know

I don't know why it feels like I'm wasting my life

I don't know why it feels like I'm wasting my life