I limp myself home
Plug my keys in by the door
Sudden feeling
I'm alone
Since I gave you back the contents of your drawer
You were soft to the touch,
but I can't feel you anymore,
and maybe my thoughts come out of my mouth
Much quicker than some of yours,
but that doesn't mean you should cast me out,
and leave me heartbroken on the floor
Now your pillow is on the cold side
Is this what I get when I speak my mind?
I know you look at me with love's eyes,
but I know it
I know it
I know it
I'm skating on thin ice
I limp myself home
Plug my keys in by the door
Sudden feeling
I'm alone
Since I gave you back the contents of your drawer
You were soft to the touch,
but I can't feel you anymore,
and maybe my thoughts come out of my mouth
Much quicker than some of yours.
but that doesn't mean you should cast me out
When all I wanted was to be your cure
Now your pillow is on the cold side
Is this what I get when I speak my mind?
I know you look at me with love's eyes,
but I know it
I know it
I know it
I'm skating on thin ice
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
All work is copyrighted, and is my own.
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