(Benson)
|
|
Does it break your heart each time I fall apart?
|
Does it give you purpose in this life?
|
And when I tell the truth
|
Does it mean as much to you?
|
I could never live a lie
|
how 'bout you?
|
And I don't think it's so wrong to feel
|
I've lived too long
|
Without the pull of gravity beneath me
|
And it's not so hard to believe
|
These tricks I use to deceive
|
Like a rabbit from a hat or card up my sleeve
|
Thought about being with you
|
Thought how it's always been
|
You takin' apart what I glued
|
I know it's mine but it's crude I think you're so rude
|
Follow the moon and the sun
|
And all of the damage it's done
|
I want to but I can't run
|
I know it's only just begun
|
It ain't no fun
|
Thought about eyes of green
|
And all of the shit that they've seen
|
Never made it past seventeen
|
Man what a scene
|
You know what I mean?
|
Thought of a skull and crossbones
|
The poison it runs through our bones
|
The junkies that live with their jones
|
Always reaping what they've sown
|
My mind is blown
|
Thought of what's yours and what's mine
|
And who all has got that much time
|
Hey mister can you spare a dime?
|
The words always rhyme
|
|
-----------------
|
How 'Bout You
|
Brendan Benson |