Again

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 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