Sometimes I write things

[severedscythe]

There's a dollar in my pocket and
I don't know what to tell you baby
And that's alright
There’s a dollar in my pocket honey
I can't find the words to tell you
And that's alright

A hundred million things to say
I don't know if you'll pick up the phone
A hundred million ways to say I love you and I need you baby
Please come home

There's a dollar in my pocket baby
A hole right in my heart honey
And that's alright
There's a year of light between us
And a hundred hours of crying baby
That’s alright

That’s alright

I never should have left you baby
Never should have walked out that door
I was never told
I know right where I'm going honey
Take my hand and come with me
Make me whole

There's a dollar in my pocket baby
A hole right in my heart honey
And that's alright
There's a year of light between us
And a hundred hours of crying baby
That’s alright

That’s alright

Stupid mistakes a plenty
And I never understood
Pick up the phone
Seven hundred hours
And a minute of waiting
I'm coming home

I'm coming home