there's never been a way to say what i really mean
i hibernate all winter and don't bounce back 'til spring
so i'm sorry that i've been rarely heard or seen
i've spoken so many lies it feels like my mouth should be sewn up
shut and locked with the key hidden from me
i took too much water from your cup
and i hid away like it all meant nothing to me
but the sun's starting to shine again
my will to see all eyes comes back in due time
just like clockwork, when the grass turns green
i come back and try to explain what i mean
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
there's never been a way to say what i really mean
i hibernate all winter and don't bounce back 'til spring
so i'm sorry that i've been rarely heard or seen
i've spoken so many lies it feels like my mouth should be sewn up
shut and locked with the key hidden from me
i took too much water from your cup
and i hid away like it all meant nothing to me
but the sun's starting to shine again
my will to see all eyes comes back in due time
just like clockwork, when the grass turns green
i come back and try to explain what i mean
i'm just a ****** friend in the winter
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