Don't Let Me - live in Fresno
Lord don't let me wake at night
Picturing the hands that might
Be holding her
Though we're far past burned
I left her for to grow up in
The burned out hole,
The skeleton of our parents debt
That this city kept
But please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
I've wrote songs for skinny girls
Who couldn't bare to let me
Hurl my soul to them
And stick to plans
You start with one
And end with three
It's all for fun until it's bad to me
And I lose my grip
And I fall in it
But please dont' let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Carola told me on Lexington
Baby when you're older
You can have me then
I'll still want your love
When you lose your touch
Smoking reds I had her on my back
I think of then
And I imagine that I should've kissed
Those famous hips
I'd scream promise me this ain't all for dead
Did I waste your time
Pulling thread by thread?
That stuff is cash
And you lose it fast
But please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Picturing the hands that might
Be holding her
Though we're far past burned
I left her for to grow up in
The burned out hole,
The skeleton of our parents debt
That this city kept
But please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
I've wrote songs for skinny girls
Who couldn't bare to let me
Hurl my soul to them
And stick to plans
You start with one
And end with three
It's all for fun until it's bad to me
And I lose my grip
And I fall in it
But please dont' let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Carola told me on Lexington
Baby when you're older
You can have me then
I'll still want your love
When you lose your touch
Smoking reds I had her on my back
I think of then
And I imagine that I should've kissed
Those famous hips
I'd scream promise me this ain't all for dead
Did I waste your time
Pulling thread by thread?
That stuff is cash
And you lose it fast
But please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Please don't let me think of that,
Please don't let me think of it
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Holden Jaffe
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