You

If I could paint
Maybe I’d save you a smile in place like when I was its muse
Such a damn shame when lovers turn to soilders
You still melt me like butter and crush me like boulders
Go, go, go, go now
When you’re holding the door
Now tighter than me I’m already without
You
Sideways love with two bare feet
Can I give up this drug I need
I trip over words like you trip over lovers
I know I will smell you here under the covers
Go, go, go, go now
When you’re holding the door
Now tighter than me I’m already without
Go, go, go, go now
When you’re holding the door
Now tighter than me I’m already without
You
This time next week
I will be dressed in best
And brokenhearted
This time next week
I will be dressed in best
And brokenhearted
This time next week
I will be dressed in best
And learning to wallow
This time next week
I will be dressed in best
And brokenhearted
This time next week
I will be dressed to impress
And learning to wallow
This time next week
I will be dressed to impress
And broken
I’m already without, you
I’m already without, you