I don't want to write a song for you, if you wouldn't do the same for me
I'll write a poem instead, with words so long you can't stop to
Catch your breath
It's how you make me feel
You steal the wind from my teeth
My clenched jaw, my lips too tight
Fiery wind in the dead of heat
In the dead of heat
I don't want to write a song for you, if you wouldn't do the same for me
I'll write a poem instead, with no punctuation you can't stop to
Catch your breath
It's how you make me feel
You steal the wind from my teeth
My clenched jaw, my lips too tight
Fiery wind in the dead of heat
Done writing metaphors
Want you to know how I feel
Maybe I'll make a list instead
Maybe I'll forget what you did
Forget what you did
Done writing metaphors
Want you to know how I feel
Maybe I'll make a list instead
Maybe I'll forget what you did