Lyrics: Michael Choong-ho Kim
Music: Michael Choong-ho Kim
I feel like home
My woman's hardly known
My girls off on her own
Woman running home
Remember I'm a poem
Assemble constant drones
"Your girl's not what you know"
He's a coalsack in a storm
Hey Mind, calm down for tonight
He's over there watching as you might
Keep tight for a little longer
Any song does
Elaborate strong words
Cannot hold it
The palette I yearn
Wonderful psyche
You are so much like me
Eternal forensics alone
Cold and exciting
Immoral, inviting
He's right there, just take the phone
Comapny icing
Polite singing kite string
ThΠ΅y floss up the gossip your mourn
Treat me complΠ΅tely
Believe I'm pretty more
Answer the call of my throat
(Answer)
Aha
I know too much 'bout myself
Aha
To be comfortable telling to anyone else (anyone else)
For now, put the girl at the back of your mind (back of your mind)
While you smile at him like you've never smiled before
Pray that he'll close the front door
Pray that he'll never want more
Claim that you're severed and small
That's all
Severed and small
Come on help me believe that I'm anywhere else
Help me to see that I'm negative help
I'm tryin'
Believe I'm tryin'
Don't tell me that people don't reach out for help
Healthy and feelings will eat each other out
I'm tryin'
Believe I'm tryin'
Guess I'm front row
Peeling eyes woman's alone
When woman can't keep hold of herself
Maybe that's my side feeling herself
"Don't get help"
Dadadadadadadadada
Dadadadadadadadadada
Dadadadadadadadadada
I'm tryin'
He's a coalsack in a storm