Frantic like a storm before umbrellas float along and roll like    waves through streets of pavement changing me from dry to wet,      Sleeping on your chest forget my mouth will    miss you when your gone and oh love I just cant yet      and the beautiful boy,   He dissolved this strange girl,   And he filled up her world,   But she cant make him promises,      Messy like a maze we mix our days together slow to take our time   Aligning those eight letters never looked so nice,   And God, did you just feel that, heavy like a hurricane as I came, back,      And its to beautiful a taste,   To taper off,   Or go to waste,   And I hate to hesitate,   But I cant make your promises,      Ebony don't leave me here,   You think I would have learned from the waves a fallen back,   Ebony don't leave me here, no      Widdled like a woodblock on your stoop you    stood and should I have knocked,   You talk so well, pass the days with playing,   shedding of our shirts like snake skins,      And it's a beautiful day,   To lay in bed and stay the same,   And I like as your are,   And I'm not far from promises