Zach Bryan - Breakfast in Bed

They called your bluff, they fed you a lie, There’s more blue in you than there is in the sky, Is this what you prayed for, Is this what you hoped? You can’t hang yourself boy, without enough rope,

All of the children, are gathered around, All of the corn in the modern sound, Beer here for breakfast, is breakfast in bed, You’re so damn alive boy, but halfway dead,

So when you wake, when you get around come Sunday, I’ll be halfway to the other side, Beer here on Sundays is, breakfast in bed, You ain’t, half the man that you are in your head, How you ain’t, Half the man that you are in your head, How you ain’t, Half the man that you are in your head

You’re only human, we all know it too, Does that make your vices, a crutch or the truth, They called you a sickness, an outright disease, Does praying to your God make you hot in the cheeks?

So when you wake, when you get around come Sunday, I’ll be halfway to the other side, Beer here on Sundays is, breakfast in bed, You ain’t, half the man that you are in your head, How you ain’t, Half the man that you are in your head, You’re so damn alive boy, But half way dead,

You ain’t a sickness, you ain’t a disease, Does praying to your God, make you hot in the cheeks?