Sarcasms
I write down all the words that you say
Please do your best to make each one count
I don't know how much longer I can stay
I'm braced for impact all the way down
I guess it's some kind of phantasm
To dream of holding your chin
Let's dispense of all kinds of sarcasms
Considering the state that I'm in
'Cause nothing's like the truth from your mouth
I'm just trying to be real
And nothing's like the feel of the hair on your skin
I don't know why I'm running away
I say farewell on the day of your arrival
And stifle the moan in my throat
Put my hand on a stack of leather Bibles
I'm a hypocrite
And that ain't no joke
You walk in with no enthusiasm
At least from what I can tell
I defend with all jokes and sarcasm
I don't know if I'm doing it well
'Cause nothing's like the truth from your mouth
I'm just trying to be real
And nothing's like the feel of the hair on your skin
I don't know why I'm running away
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
'Cause nothing's like the truth from your mouth
I'm just trying to be real
And nothing's like the feel of the hair on your skin
I don't know why I'm running away
I don't know why I'm running away
Please do your best to make each one count
I don't know how much longer I can stay
I'm braced for impact all the way down
I guess it's some kind of phantasm
To dream of holding your chin
Let's dispense of all kinds of sarcasms
Considering the state that I'm in
'Cause nothing's like the truth from your mouth
I'm just trying to be real
And nothing's like the feel of the hair on your skin
I don't know why I'm running away
I say farewell on the day of your arrival
And stifle the moan in my throat
Put my hand on a stack of leather Bibles
I'm a hypocrite
And that ain't no joke
You walk in with no enthusiasm
At least from what I can tell
I defend with all jokes and sarcasm
I don't know if I'm doing it well
'Cause nothing's like the truth from your mouth
I'm just trying to be real
And nothing's like the feel of the hair on your skin
I don't know why I'm running away
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
Don't tell me that you hate me
Unless you really mean it
'Cause nothing's like the truth from your mouth
I'm just trying to be real
And nothing's like the feel of the hair on your skin
I don't know why I'm running away
I don't know why I'm running away
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Writer(s): Clifford Close
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