One More Song
She makes her own clothse
She aches when it snows
I Love her the most when her heart isnt closed
She asks me to try
She wants me to like
She wants me to tell her that she will be fine
But I cant
I start to ponder which disaster will apply
will apply
She always wants what she already needs
One more song for the way she moves me
I'm so cught up in what I can't believe
One more song for those nights I cant sleep at all
Oh at alllll
She loves when I show
She nods when I go
She's lost all control of my heart that she holds
and she feels alive much more when shes high
but when she comes down yea
a peice of her dies
And I cant
I cant deny all of her smiles you see their misery inside
Oh inside
Yea she always wants what she already needs
One more song for the way she moves me
I'm so cught up in what I can't believe
One more song for those nights I cant sleep at all
Oh at alllll
She's got this face that I cant quite remember
She's got this pain that I cant wish away
But i wish to god i could give her december
Let it snow on her window in the perfect of ways
She's got this name that I hear with an echo
She hits this chrod like she sore from the bottle
Of whiskey that she tore through
Well I could have loved you
She always doubts what she knows must be true
One more song for that girl that I knew
She aches when it snows
I Love her the most when her heart isnt closed
She asks me to try
She wants me to like
She wants me to tell her that she will be fine
But I cant
I start to ponder which disaster will apply
will apply
She always wants what she already needs
One more song for the way she moves me
I'm so cught up in what I can't believe
One more song for those nights I cant sleep at all
Oh at alllll
She loves when I show
She nods when I go
She's lost all control of my heart that she holds
and she feels alive much more when shes high
but when she comes down yea
a peice of her dies
And I cant
I cant deny all of her smiles you see their misery inside
Oh inside
Yea she always wants what she already needs
One more song for the way she moves me
I'm so cught up in what I can't believe
One more song for those nights I cant sleep at all
Oh at alllll
She's got this face that I cant quite remember
She's got this pain that I cant wish away
But i wish to god i could give her december
Let it snow on her window in the perfect of ways
She's got this name that I hear with an echo
She hits this chrod like she sore from the bottle
Of whiskey that she tore through
Well I could have loved you
She always doubts what she knows must be true
One more song for that girl that I knew
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Newman
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