There’s a beauty in wearing your heart on your sleeve.
Shaking,sweating, and strangers staring at me while I sing.
I keep my sorrow wrapped like a warm blanket
but i think these day I’d rather stay outside with you and freeze.
Listen, just stay right here.
I’ve got nothing to say
but I’m nervous and talk too much.
Lets just be clear..
I finally have home for my bed to stay
but for you too much is not enough.
We both know practical never really existed.
I’ve taken comfort in my self pity and
use to welcome it like a long lost friend.
but I’m sick of all my bad friends.
I’m turning my back on all them.
My knees hurt too much to drive.
I’ll sit right here singing with my voice cracking
and tap my feet keeping time.
we both know thats not truth
so i’ll convince myself this whole idea was mine.
You keep calling
Ill keep listening
just land me on her door step
and i’ll try not to keep complaining.