Running in and out of breath Staining skin and teeth too red Incessant slamming and that tone God forbid, I spend one night alone Out to the parking lot Stumbling towards my apartment Pressed you close against the screen door Close enough to feel underneath your clothes You overcompensate For you own inexperience Don't underestimate All my fear of getting caught So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many stuck at sea On the second story of your suburban home Mom's asleep just two doors down Funny how when stuck at sea Things are never the way they seem Clouds take the shape of gloves Reaching over the flames at dusk Missing clips in your consciousness Just act as if I don't exist You overcompensate For you own inexperience Don't underestimate All my fear of getting caught So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many stuck at sea Felt the repetition Of my way The lack of apprehension That once saved So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many you can't believe This will end eventually Keep burning my fingers In attempt to rekindle the flame The matches so flimsy And the wind just denies her name And so I pull out the garments That were pressed between us On that dreamless evening You refer to in disgust So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many stuck at sea So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many stuck at sea So many words, so many words So many you can't believe So many words, so many words So many stuck at sea © FIRST SONG MUSIC PUBLISHING; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; PLUMP AND JUICY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com