Knot
Did I drive 90 miles for this?
I guess you know me all too well, love
Yeah, I burned all the cash I earned in motor fuel
I guess I could have saved it all
Build a fire pit, find a place to sit
Throw the match and watch the flames lick
But you knew I'd turn up for you
I always turn up for you
And you told me you needed me
So I broke a sweat and ran up to your door, yeah
And this time, I know it's over
Hoping that you'd tease me
About how I care too much
Baskin' in the heat
Blushing up my cheeks
Sweet and slow release
I can feel it third degree
Scarring me, yeah
It's so hazy
Words came quickly
I was so tired, you lost me at the third
Which strung me out, cus' when you say my name
Usually, I fixate
Patiently wait
I think you knew, yeah
Those first few
Tied a knot in me
And loosened mine to you
Yeah I'm a fool
For thinking those first two
Were 'love you'
But you whispered 'I'm sorry'
'I'm sorry'
Build a fire pit
Find a place to sit
Throw a match and watch the flames lick at my heels
Hot tar, test of faith, yeah
Dressed for the occasion
Take all my clothes off
And watch em' smoulder into vapour
Find the sheets that she laid in
Cold white, till the flame leaves em' blazing
And the brush by the basin
The one she'd comb my hair with when I was lazy
That smell is so inebriating
Like I'm a kid again, at the petrol station
And I'm just waiting
Yeah I could forget it all
I guess you know me all too well, love
Yeah, I burned all the cash I earned in motor fuel
I guess I could have saved it all
Build a fire pit, find a place to sit
Throw the match and watch the flames lick
But you knew I'd turn up for you
I always turn up for you
And you told me you needed me
So I broke a sweat and ran up to your door, yeah
And this time, I know it's over
Hoping that you'd tease me
About how I care too much
Baskin' in the heat
Blushing up my cheeks
Sweet and slow release
I can feel it third degree
Scarring me, yeah
It's so hazy
Words came quickly
I was so tired, you lost me at the third
Which strung me out, cus' when you say my name
Usually, I fixate
Patiently wait
I think you knew, yeah
Those first few
Tied a knot in me
And loosened mine to you
Yeah I'm a fool
For thinking those first two
Were 'love you'
But you whispered 'I'm sorry'
'I'm sorry'
Build a fire pit
Find a place to sit
Throw a match and watch the flames lick at my heels
Hot tar, test of faith, yeah
Dressed for the occasion
Take all my clothes off
And watch em' smoulder into vapour
Find the sheets that she laid in
Cold white, till the flame leaves em' blazing
And the brush by the basin
The one she'd comb my hair with when I was lazy
That smell is so inebriating
Like I'm a kid again, at the petrol station
And I'm just waiting
Yeah I could forget it all
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Bennett
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