Flatwound Strings

Lips after them flatwound strings

Finally got to hear them sing

Guess it's not that unique

But I'm reeling like a raffle when

Worn cover and a page turner

Getting hard for me to keep you on the back burner

Friends first, what a might tall order

When I got sick of being set aside

While the other girls

Praise for the lover's quarrels

One thing that I haven't had the space to say to you

You're every  to me

And I guess I won't compete

But all those chickens still have to feed

Like a game when you find the last piece

But I was happy with my paper plan

When the lover's quarrel

I wanna be your girl

I wanna lover's quarrel, quarrel

I wanna be your girl

You dance with me

Before I ever danced with a real nice guy

While I still think you're sweet

I can see it in your feet, you had trouble in mind

I'm falling down the rabbit hole once again

Shut the door and tomorrow, come hold my hand

Finally got the words to that good song that you play

So what, tomorrow pick me up again, friend yesterday

I'm tryna hold on to your games

I've heard tomorrow, got some more today

Finally got the words to that good song that you play

So when tomorrow picks me up again, I'll have someone to blame

One thing that I haven't had the space to say to you

Don't go

I could be up for a long inviting ride

Don't go

Or I could spend a foreign night away

But you're a reoccurring revere for me

Don't, d-don't, don't, don't, d-don't go

Don't, d-don't, d-don't, don't, don't, d-don't go

Don't, d-don't, d-don't, don't come again

Don't, d-don't, d-don't, don't come again

Don't, d-don't, d-don't, don't, don't, d-don't go

I'm falling down the rabbit hole once again

Shut the door and tomorrow, come hold my hand

I'm tryna hold on to your games

I've heard tomorrow, got some more today