She sent the I L Y
with a quote unquote
How do I get so high
While I stay so low?
Know that I'll run out of time,
before I run out of hope
One last kiss her goodbye,
Can taste the lump in her throat
Her jacket's still down in my kitchen, she ain't ready to go
I try to lead her away
With all the words I don't say
My brain it wants her to go
My heart it wants her to stay
When I look in her eyes
Can tell she's feeling the same
Her face won't show her dismay
But she's got tears on display
Her heart is wired to her body but her face to her brain
pressure and motion okay
I'd cross an ocean for "hey"
All types of emotion morphing into foreplay
An olive branch in her mouth
as she's flying, my love
She's been my symbol of peace
So I've called her my Dove
I could never let go, no
her hand was my glove
I did so much that I'd die
but it was never enough
I try to lead her away
with all the words I don't say
My brain it wants her to go
my heart it wants her to stay
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC
She sent the I L Y
with a quote unquote
How do I get so high
While I stay so low?
Know that I'll run out of time,
before I run out of hope
One last kiss her goodbye,
Can taste the lump in her throat
Her jacket's still down in my kitchen, she ain't ready to go
I try to lead her away
With all the words I don't say
My brain it wants her to go
My heart it wants her to stay
When I look in her eyes
Can tell she's feeling the same
Her face won't show her dismay
But she's got tears on display
Her heart is wired to her body but her face to her brain
pressure and motion okay
I'd cross an ocean for "hey"
All types of emotion morphing into foreplay
An olive branch in her mouth
as she's flying, my love
She's been my symbol of peace
So I've called her my Dove
I could never let go, no
her hand was my glove
I did so much that I'd die
but it was never enough
I try to lead her away
with all the words I don't say
My brain it wants her to go
my heart it wants her to stay
A vivid love song, enclosed by equally tender kisses. The difference between first and last is frail, misspelled
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