Bored Nothing — Popcorn lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Popcorn" by Bored Nothing.
Lyrics
These trees that creak in time
My hands on copper line
I seal the cap with clay
Race the fading day
This is the last jar
They say it won’t be long
I can hear the engines rumble
I guess that when they come
They’re expecting me to run
This is the last jar