Bruschetta
I run so fast just to catch my tail
But the threads in my head, they're getting frail
These pieces of me, won't fit back together
Cause I'm turning to mush in the stormy weather
I forget my name, but I remember yours
And it drives me insane, all this pain, and all that love
It's hard to accept that it wasn't enough
Cause for me, it would be
Like giving me the task of counting to infinity
I got problems, I got flaws, I'm getting to the cause
But at least I know these things that I want
I want barbecues and ballgames
And four million reasons to speak your name
I want breakfast in the morning
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
You never really know when people will go
So I always wear a jacket, case I'm left in the cold
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
You left so quick I couldn't catch my breath
Now my heart dies, the slowest death
I try to forget the sun and smile on your face
And try not to think who'll take my place
Cause I had loving you down to a precision art
But I've never been so sure of the things that I want
I want barbecues and ballgames
And four million reasons to speak your name
I want breakfast in the morning
Your sex feels better lamb raps and bruschetta
You never really know when people will go
So I always wear a jacket, case I'm left in the cold
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
My tears hit the page as I write this letter
But the threads in my head, they're getting frail
These pieces of me, won't fit back together
Cause I'm turning to mush in the stormy weather
I forget my name, but I remember yours
And it drives me insane, all this pain, and all that love
It's hard to accept that it wasn't enough
Cause for me, it would be
Like giving me the task of counting to infinity
I got problems, I got flaws, I'm getting to the cause
But at least I know these things that I want
I want barbecues and ballgames
And four million reasons to speak your name
I want breakfast in the morning
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
You never really know when people will go
So I always wear a jacket, case I'm left in the cold
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
You left so quick I couldn't catch my breath
Now my heart dies, the slowest death
I try to forget the sun and smile on your face
And try not to think who'll take my place
Cause I had loving you down to a precision art
But I've never been so sure of the things that I want
I want barbecues and ballgames
And four million reasons to speak your name
I want breakfast in the morning
Your sex feels better lamb raps and bruschetta
You never really know when people will go
So I always wear a jacket, case I'm left in the cold
Your sex feels better lamb wraps and bruschetta
My tears hit the page as I write this letter
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Writer(s): Samuel Vickary
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