Mallard Westcott - New Haircut

Walk in through the backdoor and dig through the kitchen drawer there's
Five pairs of scissors and I'm leaving with one
Hopping on my bike, riding home, avoiding night
Wondering when that thunderstorm might hit
Like the cars that come too close making me think
Maybe today I won't come home
But that's always where I go Around the block and up the hill
To the front stairs that are way too steep
Family tells me I should sleep
Family is the last thing that I need

I'm going on a mission, I'm going on a mission
Let it be known I will return
I'm going on a mission, I'm going on a mission
Let me burn, baby burn, baby burn

Skidded knees my bloody shoulder faces the cars
Noticing the tractors hanging on there farms
And I know it's not like me to think at all
But I have this weird feeling and I just don't know
What it's called

I'm going on a mission, I'm going on a mission
Let it be known I will return
I'm going on a mission, I'm going on a mission
Burn, baby burn, baby burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

Written by:
Allison Rishel

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