So, I've seen the truth is That you've been leaving Since the day you showed. Oh well, I've seen your little cut and run routine Enough times now to
It was the year I crashed my motor bike I think it was the summer I think you whispered when you gonna wake up? when you gonna wake up? dear slip
From small pins to fiery burns, These are the signals of my dying nerves Singed by the heat of your lines and curves Into a fire that could scorch the
There's things I know I should have mentioned sooner But I didn't know how I'm sorry I lost you I never thought that this could come between us I know
Over the fence, My foot gets a hold of the grate, And up to the rope, Who knows if it can't take my weight, But even if it frays, Even as I scale these
Even now I can smell your clothes Freshly from the wash Still hot from the dryer Even now I can smell your skin As I wrap you in a towel Lay you on