Trap Hooks

But a face in a crowd when I first saw you
You were looking kind of like
The silhouette on my matchbook
Few words but a few words wouldn't do
I guess the first look was my last look

But I knew it was such a very long line
To include all walks of life
Better save my time

And the rent and the weed
And the bottles of booze
Find myself a clear-cut ratchet
High on trap hooks
Dumb luck twenty bucks
And a Marlboro smooth
And the reverie the last match cooks

Because I knew in such a very short time
I'd recruit all walks of life
But someone changed my mind

And gave me a reason
That you won't understand
To change you would be meaningless
I just want you to be someone else

Just give me time give me love
Give me all that you own
And I could prove to you
I'm not a bad crook
But I prefer you stay known
Just another silhouette on my matchbook



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Hess
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