Flatwound Strings

Lips softer than flatwound strings
Finally got to hear them sing
Guess it's not that unique
But I'm reeling like a raffle win

Worn cover and a page-turner
It's getting hard for me to keep you on the back burner
Friends first
What a mighty tall order, when I got sick of being set aside

While the other girls
Brace for their lovers’ quarrels

One thing I haven't had the space to say
You're a reverie to me

And I guess I won't compete
But headless chicken still have two feet
Like a game when you find the lost piece
But I was happy with my paper guy

I wanna lovers’ quarrel
I wanna be your girl
I wanna lovers’ quarrel quarrel
I wanna be your girl

You danced with me
Before I ever danced with a real nice guy
And while I still think you're sweet
I could see it in your feet you had trouble in mind

I'm falling down the rabbit hole once again
Shut the door on tomorrow come hold my hand
Thought about the words to every song that you played
So when tomorrow picked me up again, I framed yesterday

I'm trying to hold onto your gaze
I put off tomorrow got some more of today
Thought about the words to every song that you played
So when tomorrow picks me up again I'll have someone to blame

One thing I haven't had the space to say
I can be up for a long inviting wait
Or I could spend a fortnight awake
But you're a reoccurring reverie for me

(Don’t go)

Don't go
Come again
I'm falling down the rabbit hole once again
Shut the door on tomorrow come hold my hand
I'm trying to hold on to your gaze
I put off tomorrow got some more of today