Twothirtyeight

Sometimes you look so beautiful
But love is just a chemical
Passing through my head this time the songs will write the words
To the music Ive been making the walks that ive been taking
Have been getting longer
This time the songs will write the words
Im sick of being sick of being thirsty for a drink of
The one thing you could give me if I could just forgive me
Block the door with the bookend
Brace the table and the ceiling meanwhile books will fall on our heads
[ Songs Will Write The Words Lyrics ]