Lyrics Eyeballs - A. Savage

Eyeballs

I don’t measure in vibes
But I can’t describe
The way that I feel
Without using the word «chill»
Ten types of tatter, maybe twelve, it doesn’t matter
I don’t count what I can’t cope
Shot at and missed
Shat at and hit
Please come to New York before you commit
To juicin', to joggin', to callin' poison fog
And drinking stolen water and payin' for it
I respect you for
Being the cautious type
But have I shown you my eyeballs lately?
Could you see that I’ve been hurtin' inside?
Sentimental and dull
Here’s one thing I know
Bridges in the sunset make a lovely silhouette
Dark and sturdy as a cheap cup of coffee
That a thoughtless stranger eloped
With meandering gloom
A call number two
And I’m so happy to serve, so glad to please sometimes
It hurts takin' lead so tell me what you need
To call a strange place home
'Cause I’m not ready for
You and I to say goodbye
Do I owe you a damn thing?
Maybe
Or could it be that I’ve been wasting your time?
If I show you my eyeballs
Maybe you could see that I’ve been hurtin' inside