Foreign Fields

Your hand's been dealt and so is your cause It boils down to what there is and was I show them all I call them out I know you're barely ever around I care about you about all your shit The stuff that you're embarrassed with About all your heart about all your cold Your cold handed little little soul Your precious soul You hardly show You barley show You say you won't get over that I think that you can handle it Your colored hair I won't stare at I know that you're embarrassed of that I caught your name I caught your heart I pretend as if I did not You wait 'till noon You waited a lot Just so we can spend our fucking lives apart Just apart All I want Is feeling loved And you do call all this stuff but I can't hear I feel all the love that you could never feel I get old and old and old so I can breath I show all my love as long as I will be