You Cut Me So Much Slack

There's a postcard that you sent me, in September at the start
And I keep it on my wall next to all of Sophia's art
And I almost thought the other night, that you're not the others
But you're like a cat, the way you get up close and run for cover

I'm sure you're like the others
If I slept more, I'd think better of this

I'd think better of this

You talk too much and say things wrong each time you call me back
But you're so kind and you don't mind
You cut me so much slack

You cut me so much slack
Yeah, you cut me so much slack

I miss you all the time
Said I can't see you if you went
You have such a way with words

And God, I hope that this will last
And God, I hope that this will last
And God, I hope that this will last
And God, I hope that this will last

Yeah, you cut me so much slack



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Writer(s): Oliver James Barton-wood, Molly Rosalie Vance Payton
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