Bicycle Lyrics
Artist: Hey Monday
Bicycle Lyrics
Bicycle by Hey Monday
The basket of my bicycle is hangin' low,
It's filled with things that I am bringing to your house.
You said some strange things on the phone,
I wanna know what they're about.
When I get there you are done.
Your things in boxes on your lawn
And all the books you ever read, are stacked upon your steps
Instead of in your room and all your shoes
Are strung out on your neighbor's fence.
Among all this I find a note addressed to me, it says:
"I'm leaving this place; not by choice it's my fate.
I don't wanna hurt you, not tryin' to desert you
Some people just weren't cut out for this race."
Get back on my bicycle, I'm moving slow
Never thought I'd realize the type of things I've come to know
Some people just weren't cut out for this type of life
To end up like their fathers with a house, a dog, two kids, a wife.
The pressures of society are bound to get to you.
I guess I'll have to let him go.
Oh I guess I'll cut him loose.
Ooohhh...
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