Matt Maeson – A Good Start Lyrics
A Good Start Lyrics by Matt Maeson I thought I was great Having big discussions that led to nothing but you A form of my own And I’m used to
Artist
Matt Maeson, an American singer born in 1993, blends indie pop with traditional folk music. His work has been released through Neon Gold Records and Atlantic Records.
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Songs
Matt Maeson – A Good Start Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Cursive Lyrics
Matt Maeson – In My Arms Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Downstairs Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Halfway To Whole Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Stubborn As Religion Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Year After Year Lyrics
Matt Maeson – All My Wars Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Split Personality Blues Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Everlasting Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Never Had To Leave Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Lonely As You Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Cry Baby Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Twisted Tongue Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Waltz Right In Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Sanctified Lyrics
Matt Maeson – My Hand / Lawless Dream Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Cut Deep Lyrics
Matt Maeson – Problems Lyrics
Matt Maeson – A Memory Away Lyrics
A Good Start Lyrics by Matt Maeson I thought I was great Having big discussions that led to nothing but you A form of my own And I’m used to
Cursive Lyrics by Matt Maeson (feat. Manchester Orchestra) I don’t like the world quite the way that it is So I keep talking about all the things you won’t fix
In My Arms Lyrics by Matt Maeson You’ve got a firm grip on my heart You don’t know what you’re doing to it And you’re reckless So I’m scared it
Downstairs Lyrics by Matt Maeson I don’t wanna sing I don’t wanna write I don’t wanna speak I don’t wanna fight I just wanna drift away downstairs I don’t wanna
Halfway To Whole Lyrics by Matt Maeson There’s that feeling I won’t be here for long ‘Cause there just ain’t no fixing Everything that’s wrong And there’s no going No,
Stubborn As Religion Lyrics by Matt Maeson Stubborn as religion That’s stuck inside your system All the people in the service Look happier than you Now you’re dreaming of a
Year After Year Lyrics by Matt Maeson Thrashing my body out on 6th street Stumbling in, I hit my head I don’t mean to make you angry Don’t I know
All My Wars Lyrics by Matt Maeson Rest your head, oh weary boy How you rob yourself of joy You ain’t cut like all the rest How you give away
Split Personality Blues Lyrics by Matt Maeson Settle down Why can’t you exhale and settle down? Turn out the lights and be with me now And be mine to hold
Everlasting Lyrics by Matt Maeson Being honest just got you in trouble So your mind is liquor and rubble And in all of your lonely spaces Sits attractive, irrational thinking
Never Had To Leave Lyrics – Matt Maeson (Never had to leave, no, I never did have to leave No, I never had to leave, no, I never did have
Lonely As You Lyrics – Matt Maeson Lead me, bleed me I can be sadistic I am the pop star in your room Fuck this bullshit I am hedonistic And
Cry Baby Lyrics – Matt Maeson Babe, I’m relaxed, I’m looking back To some denim grass stains and the gravel road pain Pastor, Father, where’d it begin? Block it out
Twisted Tongue Lyrics – Matt Maeson Half of the decade Trying to cope More that I injure The sparser the hope So pry up the tile And gut out the
Waltz Right In Lyrics – Matt Maeson Well, inside the steeple praised all of the people And summer, it shined with a sheen As we tumbled around in a terrible
Sanctified Lyrics – Matt Maeson Baby, I’m a sucker for you How dare you go and sympathize With anybody else in the room I’m drinking on the way to your
My Hand / Lawless Dream Lyrics – Matt Maeson Stretch tight the skin I was lost in my rib cage Traveling ghostlike through the veins I never wanna feel this
Cut Deep Lyrics – Matt Maeson Cut deep and I’m still alive I talk my shit till the day I die ’cause Oh, baby, I live (Ooh) Oh, baby, I
Problems Lyrics – Matt Maeson I know you got your problems, everybody’s got ’em You don’t gotta change yourself for me I feel it in nostalgia, feel it at the
A Memory Away Lyrics – Matt Maeson Here’s to the good times, here’s to the bad Here’s to my baby, here’s to the moments we collect Here’s to the failures,