Bill Evans
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hey!... Yeah
I know you're hurt
I know you're weak
And on the weekends, it's hard to speak
And when you're speaking, it's hard to preach
And I've been thinking, you're being me
Yeah, sinking under the sheets
And drinking for many weeks
So down the hatch goes the memories
Of all the birds and the bees
I don't drink, but I don't sleep
I'm laying wide awake with no dreams
I know that life ain't always what it seems
But I'm so lonely when I'm only with me
Yeah, BS, life is all a test of emotions
Looking at the moon on the ocean
Heaven on the clouds so open
You're so broken, and all I want to do is save you
But I'm worried that my saving making pain in phase two
But I'm hoping that my lyrics make your wishes come true
And you'll always be so humble and so fucking grateful
I got stress in my mind though
Thinking 'bout you all the fucking time though
Why you think I'm making all the rhymes for?
Well, I know
Well, I know
I know you're hurt
I know you're weak
And on the weekends, it's hard to speak
And when you're speaking, it's hard to preach
And I've been thinking, you're being me
Yeah, sinking under the sheets
And drinking for many weeks
So down the hatch goes the memories
Of all the birds and the bees
Yeah, hey!... Yeah
I know you're hurt
I know you're weak
And on the weekends, it's hard to speak
And when you're speaking, it's hard to preach
And I've been thinking, you're being me
Yeah, sinking under the sheets
And drinking for many weeks
So down the hatch goes the memories
Of all the birds and the bees
I don't drink, but I don't sleep
I'm laying wide awake with no dreams
I know that life ain't always what it seems
But I'm so lonely when I'm only with me
Yeah, BS, life is all a test of emotions
Looking at the moon on the ocean
Heaven on the clouds so open
You're so broken, and all I want to do is save you
But I'm worried that my saving making pain in phase two
But I'm hoping that my lyrics make your wishes come true
And you'll always be so humble and so fucking grateful
I got stress in my mind though
Thinking 'bout you all the fucking time though
Why you think I'm making all the rhymes for?
Well, I know
Well, I know
I know you're hurt
I know you're weak
And on the weekends, it's hard to speak
And when you're speaking, it's hard to preach
And I've been thinking, you're being me
Yeah, sinking under the sheets
And drinking for many weeks
So down the hatch goes the memories
Of all the birds and the bees
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Writer(s): Carson Diddens
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