Mr. Twombly

You've got to be the most disappointing thing I've laid my eyes upon
A love so obscene
I've got no idea
The hills your name they scream

Not what I'd hoped for
It's not what it seems
Not what I'd hoped for
It's not what it seems

Spending all your days and nights
I've got nothing for you
You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have
You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have

Saying you've done nothing wrong
It just don't feel right
A love so obscene
I've got some idea
At the touch of his fingertips
Or lips

Not what I'd hoped for
It's not what it seems
Not what I'd hoped for
It's not what it seems

Spending all your days and nights
I've got nothing for you
You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have
You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have
You had it in your grasp it was never really yours to have



Credits
Writer(s): Cera Carino, Elton Salanic, Francis Pacia
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