Brodie Wilson - Over Meatballs Lyrics

Maybe I could come around like six
Forget about the world a little bit
We don't gotta do nothin' but sit
And talk about the people that we miss

And I will stare at your hair
And at your eyes until I die
And I will stare at hands
And at your nails until I'm well
And I will gaze the endless maze
Of your soul until I'm whole
And I will praise the yesterdays
That you've survived, you give me life

Maybe we could go put on the Smiths
Or chat a bit about the politics
And talk about that time we almost kissed
When you were in those black pants with the rips

And I will stare at your hair
And at your eyes until I die
And I will stare at hands
And at your nails until I'm well
And I will gaze the endless maze
Of your soul until I'm whole
And I will praise the yesterdays
That you've survived, you give me life

And I will stare at your hair
And at your eyes until I die
And I will stare at hands
And at your nails until I'm well
And I will gaze the endless maze
Of your soul until I'm whole
And I will praise the yesterdays
That you've survived, you give me life