| When love was found
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| I kept my hope just like I’d hoped to
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| Then sang to the sea for feelings deep blue
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| And coming down
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| We’ve had problems that we’ve grown through
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| But I bet you dream of what you could do
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| At seventeen, I was alright
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| Was like nothing I could feel inside
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| And wishing you were here tonight
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| Is like holding on
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| But I still get to see your face, right?
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| And that’s like nothing they can take, right?
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| So there won’t be no feeling in the firelight
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| Hoping this will be right
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| Time to show your worth, child
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| I remember when her heart broke over stubborn shit
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| That’s no way to be living kid
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| The angel of death is ruthless
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| And I’m always thinking summertime with the bikes out
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| Pushing our luck getting wiped out
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| Days with nothing but laughing loud
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| Underneath my coat won’t you tap my shoulder, hold my hand
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| Nights with nothing but dark in there
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| You can be my armor then
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| Island smiles and cardigans
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| The nights that we’ve been drinking in
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| We’re here to help you kill all of this hurt that you’ve been harboring
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| Confessions should be better planned
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| Alone, that night, I’m surely damned
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| Run away. |
| I’ll understand
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| What’s important is this evening I will not forget
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| Purple, blue, orange, red
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| These colors of feeling, give me love, I’ll put my heart in it
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| And I think about it all the time
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| The lights went out, you were fine
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| You kinda struggle not to shine
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| I still love you though
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| I still love you though
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| I still love you always
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| So hold me when I’m home, keep the evenings long
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| Crack and break and part ways
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| I still love you though
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| I still love you though
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| I still love you always
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| So hold me when I’m home, keep the evenings long
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| Let’s not crack and break and part ways
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| And I wonder if I could let her down
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| Furthest Thing:
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| Somewhere between psychotic and iconic
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| Somewhere between I want it and I got it
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| Somewhere between I’m sober and I’m lifted
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| Somewhere between a mistress and commitment
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| But I stay down, girl I always stay down, get down, never lay down
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| Promise to break everybody off before I break down
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| Everyone just wait now, so much on my plate now
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| People I believed in they don’t even show they face now
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| What they got to say now? |
| Nothin' they can say now
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| Nothin' really changed but still they look at me a way now
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| What more can I say now? |
| What more can I say now?
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| You might feel like nothin' was the same
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| I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low
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| Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low
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| I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low
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| The furthest thing from perfect like everyone I know, yeah
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| And I hate that you don’t think I belong to you
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| Just too busy runnin' this to run home to you
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| You know that paper my passion
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| Bittersweet celebrations, I know I can’t change what happened
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| I can’t help it, I can’t help it, I was young and I was selfish
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| I made every woman feel like she were mine and no one else’s
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| And now you hate me, stop pretendin', stop frontin', I can’t take it
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| Girl don’t treat me like a stranger, girl you know I seen you naked
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| Girl you know that I remember, don’t be a pretender
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| Gettin' high at the condo, that’s when it all comes together
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| You know I stay reminiscing and make-up sex is tradition
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| But you been missin' girl and you might feel like nothin' was the same
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| I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low
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| Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low
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| I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low
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| The furthest thing from perfect
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| An Evening I Will Not Forget:
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| And I wonder if I could let her down
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| It’s for real, it’s for real
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| It’s for real, it’s for real |