Invention

Your face it leaps to the top again
At least I'm starting to write again
Missing, too familiar a feeling

Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth
I think I'll wear the good dreaming right out
You are my favorite shoes
I'm always on the run and I hate copy past for god's sake
You know when you have such a feeling
You feel like you invented the whole thing
Love I, I invented love I think

Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth
I think I'll wear the good dreaming right out
You are my favorite shoes

Now, thinking of your
Now, thinking of your
Now, thinking of your
Now, thinking of your



Credits
Writer(s): Anna Lynne Williams
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