Too Much to Ask
Take my hands and run them under warm water
Dwell upon all the time I've wasted
Call me a bastard, call it a fluke
Faulty lightbulbs in an empty room
Broken watches giving me the light
Water bottles at a firefight
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from
(Ask from)
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from, ask from you
Pull upon my skin and watch me crumble
Cast aside the feeling of complacence
Filling a trash can, watching the news
Begging strangers for a couple of views
Daydreaming about my row of ducks
Working the night shift for an extra buck
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from
(Ask from)
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from, ask from you
Ask from you
All I touch and all I see is all my life will ever be so go (Go)
Bit my tongue and call my bluff,
its all my fault the edge is rough with stone (Stone)
Change of scene its all the same,
all my clothes are full of stains and holes (Holes)
With sweet regret I bake this cake,
I can't forget the dumb mistakes of old
Dwell upon all the time I've wasted
Call me a bastard, call it a fluke
Faulty lightbulbs in an empty room
Broken watches giving me the light
Water bottles at a firefight
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from
(Ask from)
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from, ask from you
Pull upon my skin and watch me crumble
Cast aside the feeling of complacence
Filling a trash can, watching the news
Begging strangers for a couple of views
Daydreaming about my row of ducks
Working the night shift for an extra buck
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from
(Ask from)
Too much of this, too much of that
Too little time, too much to ask from, ask from you
Ask from you
All I touch and all I see is all my life will ever be so go (Go)
Bit my tongue and call my bluff,
its all my fault the edge is rough with stone (Stone)
Change of scene its all the same,
all my clothes are full of stains and holes (Holes)
With sweet regret I bake this cake,
I can't forget the dumb mistakes of old
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