I can't let myself come be with you (all of the time).
I'd get cruel and I'd tire of our sweet loving.
I can't let myself have another drink (I can't swallow).
I'd stop answering, stop thinking, start wallowing n' we both know
where that'd go—real low.
What I can
is take you driving, sunrise-set chasing
falling or dawning, what I can.
Taking my pride in all I can.
I can't let all myself go cuz I wouldn't know (when to stop).
Thenceforth hard-pressed to top what we had, what we got.
I can't let sweet old you into my life (not just yet).
There'd be a price in my eyes, a cost for letting you get.
But yes, maybe, maybe I might, if it's right.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
I can't let myself come be with you (all of the time).
I'd get cruel and I'd tire of our sweet loving.
I can't let myself have another drink (I can't swallow).
I'd stop answering, stop thinking, start wallowing n' we both know
where that'd go—real low.
What I can
is take you driving, sunrise-set chasing
falling or dawning, what I can.
Taking my pride in all I can.
I can't let all myself go cuz I wouldn't know (when to stop).
Thenceforth hard-pressed to top what we had, what we got.
I can't let sweet old you into my life (not just yet).
There'd be a price in my eyes, a cost for letting you get.
But yes, maybe, maybe I might, if it's right.
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