Ritt Momney - Young Adult

[Verse 1] Jumped down the well Found just your shell You’ll find yourself I’ll fix myself [Verse 2] But if your sentences are short Oh, you’ll have to clear your throat Let the devil through the door Call yourself a young adult Seems like all the ones you lost Were the ones you asked to stay Best to pick apart your thoughts Before they do to you the same [Bridge] Walk past the truth Don’t look for clues Trust only blue Trust only blue [Verse 3] Though it’s not pleasant to feel It’s the only thing that’s real Any comfort you can get Is one that you won’t regret As the sunlight turns to dust I’ll try to resist the rust The only knife that doesn’t hurt Is the knife that you don’t touch [Chorus] You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot And if you’re tripping up, you’ll see soon the ground’s kinda soft And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off [Pre-Chorus] Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few (Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few) Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few (Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few) Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few (Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few) Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few (Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few) [Chorus] You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot And if you’re tripping up, you’ll see soon the ground’s kinda soft And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few [Instrumental] [Chorus] You will never have to be true ‘till the roses rot And if you’re tripping up, you’ll see soon the ground’s kinda soft And there is always something to do ‘till you blow it off Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few Pretty are the simple few, the simple few, the simple few few few

Verso 1: Brinque al pozo encontre tu cascaron tu te encontraras a ti mismo me arreglare a mi Verso 2: pero si tus enunciados son cortos oh, tu tendras que aclarar tu mente deja entrar al diablo por la puerta llamate joven adulto parace a que a quienes perdiste fueron a los que pediste que se quedaran mejor recoge aparte tus pensamientos antes de que te hagan lo mismo Puente: Camina pasando la verdad no busques pistas solo confia azul solo confia azul Verso 3: Aunque no es placentero sentir es la unica cosa que es real cualquier comfort que puedas tener mientras la luz del sol se hace polvo intentare resistir la oxidacion el unico cuchillo que no lastima es el que no te toca Coro: Tu nunca tendras que ser verdadero hasta que las rosas se pudran si estas viajando, veras pronto el suelo algo suave y siempre hay algo que hacer hasa que lo dejes ir Pre coro: Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples (Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples) Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples (Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples) Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples (Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples) Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples (Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples) Coro: Tu nunca tendras que ser verdadero hasta que las rosas se pudran si estas viajando, veras pronto el suelo algo suave y siempre hay algo que hacer hasa que lo dejes ir Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples [Instrumental] Coro: Tu nunca tendras que ser verdadero hasta que las rosas se pudran si estas viajando, veras pronto el suelo algo suave y siempre hay algo que hacer hasa que lo dejes ir Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples Bonitos son los pocos simples, los pocos simples, los pocos simples