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You know me
Over and over again, you keep on knowing me
Every wind that blows me down
Is your familiar ground
You didn’t call during those four days
Really makes you look darker,
I’m thinking that maybe I am your fool after a month
Most likely I’m your fool
You touched me with your aggressive lips and hands, knowing me as fool
Which sends me on a thought train saying:
‘He doesn’t know me so well; I wouldn’t ever raise someone’s hell like that’
You don’t know me…
But I would.
Lord knows I've thought of it, with these new nights under my belt,
Who knows what I'll actually carry out,
With a little bit of ‘done worse’ in me.
You know me every night,
The ones when you don’t call
When you’re drunk
And I don’t know you at all.
It is simply impossible to know someone with a
Star galaxy blanket of inexperience fogging your eyes.
The way that green light tints a fog on your blinds, I know you’re not there
I thought you would be here,
I’m not waiting another 11 months to be your fool again
That almost my whole life
I’m howling with your damp absence.
Would you rather sit on the porch of life, with someone you are so in love with, sitting right with you
Or be led through a dark chocolate life with only a lukewarm to hold to?
No it’s a question for me
I want, I want to take the love on the porch, the together experience, so smooth
Oh I want to answer with the prior so badly,
What God never told you,
That hand had things in the palm,
His hand had pastel paints, biting love, positive theory, dirt for fire,
An in touch universe,
Grass, his hand had drugs
We aren’t talking about the scar; it is always your choice
When I eventually beacon you back,
My love will try to be immaculate
Clean of porches and poor use of the park
Maybe then I can listen to your song for me,
Maybe then I'll let your scar go.
Over and over again, you keep on knowing me
Every wind that blows me down
Is your familiar ground
You didn’t call during those four days
Really makes you look darker,
I’m thinking that maybe I am your fool after a month
Most likely I’m your fool
You touched me with your aggressive lips and hands, knowing me as fool
Which sends me on a thought train saying:
‘He doesn’t know me so well; I wouldn’t ever raise someone’s hell like that’
You don’t know me…
But I would.
Lord knows I've thought of it, with these new nights under my belt,
Who knows what I'll actually carry out,
With a little bit of ‘done worse’ in me.
You know me every night,
The ones when you don’t call
When you’re drunk
And I don’t know you at all.
It is simply impossible to know someone with a
Star galaxy blanket of inexperience fogging your eyes.
The way that green light tints a fog on your blinds, I know you’re not there
I thought you would be here,
I’m not waiting another 11 months to be your fool again
That almost my whole life
I’m howling with your damp absence.
Would you rather sit on the porch of life, with someone you are so in love with, sitting right with you
Or be led through a dark chocolate life with only a lukewarm to hold to?
No it’s a question for me
I want, I want to take the love on the porch, the together experience, so smooth
Oh I want to answer with the prior so badly,
What God never told you,
That hand had things in the palm,
His hand had pastel paints, biting love, positive theory, dirt for fire,
An in touch universe,
Grass, his hand had drugs
We aren’t talking about the scar; it is always your choice
When I eventually beacon you back,
My love will try to be immaculate
Clean of porches and poor use of the park
Maybe then I can listen to your song for me,
Maybe then I'll let your scar go.