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
He was a good man he had a good heart
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
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