| the guy who put his hands on you, has got nothing to do with me. And the bruises that you feel will heal and i hope you come around, cause we're missing you. you used to speak so easy, now you're afaid to talk to me. Its like walking with the wounded. Carrying that weight way too far, the concrete pulled you down so hard out there with the wounded, We're missing you. Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark, but my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of touching you, When you're wounded lemme break it down til i force the issue, we miss your face and you know i wish you would come back down to the Delva Bar you tell em' ,"Thats just my battle scar." I wanna kiss you, and knock em down like we used to you're a marigold till you're walking down shaking that ass again, then you walk on, baby, walk on, you walk on. on and on you're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air and we're missing you. Now its fall and your shoulders get tighter nervous flicks on your lighter...boots your pissed off poets your women's groups and the friends with you we should've known this fool well i guess we missed the mark, still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of them touching you when your wounded Lemme break it down till i force the issue you never come around and you know we miss you well nobody took your pride away i said," thats something people say." Back down the bully to the back of the bus, cause its time for them to be scared of us till you're ... |
