He was the one I was waiting for but when I opened up he slammed the door and I know I'm probably better off without him
(lovey lovey love, birds and flowers come, nestle in your hair)
BUT NOW I'M LYING HERE QUIETLY WATCHING THE POUNDING FIST THAT I WISHED COULD BE LOVE AND I'M CONFUSING MYSELF CONSTANTLY OVER WHAT I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE DONE
He always said I gave him more but when it comes to love who's keeping score? When I close my eyes I know I'll dream about him
(he always said that, I could never get what the problem was)
BUT NOW I'M LYING HERE QUIETLY WATCHING THE POUNDING FIST THAT I WISHED COULD BE LOVE AND I'M CONFUSING MYSELF CONSTANTLY OVER WHAT I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE DONE
credits
from Tenderloin Lullaby,
released January 1, 2000
everything made by baby pigeon
Delicate and personal folk-pop from Castle Theater: honest observations and reflections presented as thoughtful, well-written miniatures. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 4, 2022