Sun, shines hot across your face you tell me every mans a liar or a theif and I could try to prove you wrong but we both know that I can't get to what you need
it's all its all becoming clear weeks turned months turned years and I can't get to what you need
it's long gone gone and it's never coming back all my habits they're the richest things in me
my love I only feel right on my knees so I'll stay down and watch you float away
it's all it's all becoming clear weeks turned months turned years and I can't get to what you need
our love it's riding on it's rails it's stutters sparks then fails I can't get to what you need
shut up it's all me I know it's really not fair so shut up it's all me I know its really not fair really not fair
and its all all becoming clear weeks turned months turned years and I can't get to what you need
our love it's riding on it's rails it stutters sparks and fails but I can't get to what you need
This is a song I wrote about a girl, and I played it, and made her cry, and it was fantastic. I unfortunately still feel satisfied telling that story... I'm a dick, apparently.