Elliott Smith

A Victrola in the corner spins Elliott Smith
He is speaking on love and she is wondering what it is
It's just another night in Los Angeles

A loveseat sits empty but her feet find its arm
She leans back into me and just doesn't see the harm
She is woefully unaware of her charm

If you could see what I'm seeing now
You might be onto figuring something out
If you could get yourself walking
Maybe get yourself talking
You might be feeling better again
But until then
I'll hold your hand
When things don't go as planned
I'll be your man

A spokesman for depression flashes on her screen
She is thumbing through ruts and sitting on dreams
It's just another fight for self-esteem

If you could sow a couple seeds of doubt
You might be onto figuring something out
If you could get yourself walking
Maybe get yourself talking
You might be feeling better again
But until then
I'll hold your hand
When things don't go as planned
I'll be your man

And you've got a way of turning bright in your life grey
And I've got a way of not saying what I should say
Just a couple of kids
Standing in our own way

A Victrola in the corner spins Elliott Smith
He is speaking on love and I'm wondering what it is
Well it's just another night in Los Angeles



Credits
Writer(s): Connor Jewett
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