l'olympia

Thank you Paris, merci
I just wrote this song about somebody I almost married
I hope you like it

You called me last night, first time in a long time
Tell me what you've been up to
I'm sitting in my bed listening to Etta, thinking about you
Used to wear a ring on my finger
Every time I look it stings a little bit more
What we do that for, if forever meant nothing
Why do I feel the same as before
'Cause I feel the same as before

Now my mama
She don't wanna see me back at your door
And I know, she knows better
And my daddy
Warned me not to fall as еasy as before
But I know, I know bettеr

I know you had some trials and tribulations
To get you through the ages, take you to some places
Did what you had to do, thought I lost all of you
It's painful to revisit 'cause the hard times meant long nights
Felt like our bed was just mine
You were colder than the touch of your side
But every song, every word, melody I write is you, you, you
Tell me what can I do

'Cause my mama
She don't wanna see me back at your door
And I know, she knows better
And my daddy
Warned me not to fall as easy as before
But I know, I know better
Oh my mama
Knows I'll always end up back at your door
And I hope I know better