Wrote the words, the knockout punch Still fixated on your touch Listen close without me Rip it up and cut it out Knock the words out of my mouth Burn it up in writing
Tried to write your favorite song But I got the punchline wrong The melody was haunting me I'm frightened by my poetry Edits never seem to stop From the bottom to the top My signature was new to me A shroud upon my clarity
My melted lip balm My shorts and my phone It ruined them both Everything I own It's hot, it's dog days My broken song plays You left and I sang Melodies unread
Tried to write your favorite song But I got the punchline wrong Thе melody was haunting me I'm frightenеd by my poetry Edits never seem to stop From the bottom to the top My signature was new to me A shroud upon my clarity
Wrote the words, the knockout punch Still fixated on your touch Listen close without meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
