Cabbage In My Food

I wish I could tell you
All of my thoughts
But more words spoken
The more they get derailed
I wish you could feel
My feet in soaked loafers
As numb as a tree
In the snowy misty woods

Sometimes I wonder If I'm the only one
That makes a cuppa tea
In a half washed wine glass
Maybe its time to
Tell you the truth
That I'm really picky
With cabbage in my food

I dont have anything
But something's in my blood
Maybe you're too kind to
Say you understand
I met a stranger who tells me that they
Really don't like anything except passionfruit martini

I met a homeless who said when she was young
She worke dat a company
Selling stationery
But then her family died from a car crash
Leaving her no choice but to sleep on the street



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Leung
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