Can't tell you the truth
'least I don't lie about that
Kind
Don't know where to put you anymore
You can't be kept
Bittersweet seasons.
Mistake a warm winter for spring.
Seems like I’m
There's a harvest each Saturday night
At the bars filled
Every word, every touch every look is a little too
Look at you standing there,
there with your hands out.
Standing next
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too
Head under water
and they tell me to breathe easy for
i'm not scared of you now
or so i say
there's no
Just about the time the shadows call,
I undress my
I've been down, I've been out. I did it all
Baby’s got a look in his eyes like he’s headed
You claim your innocence, but I blame your reticence
For why
Silly me, look what I did again.
I found what I
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum
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