Lyrics

Practiced all your patience And left it on the pavement You said that I should scrape for it But it washed away last week I think A remnant of it's laced with The words we had exchanged, but Not much of it remains 'cause You turned the page anyway And we rearranged Rearranged Don't tell me 'bout my ways Just tell me 'bout my place in your world 'Cause I'm ripe for a change inside my head And I can love love love love Got your silhouette on my mind I see you peeking through the spaces in my bedroom blinds I feel you creeping through me Got your silhouette on my mind I see you peeking through the spaces in my bedroom blinds I feel you creeping through me So when it's 4 am you'll come; I know you will Only a fool would let you run Your apparition in my home Is slipping through my palms I'm waiting for your form To rearrange To rearrange Don't tell me 'bout my ways Just tell me 'bout my place in your world Because I'm ripe for a change inside my head And I can love love love love Got your silhouette on my mind I see you peeking through the spaces in my bedroom blinds I feel you creeping through me Got your silhouette on my mind I see you peeking through the spaces in my bedroom blinds I feel you creeping through me Got your silhouette on my mind I see you peeking through the spaces in my bedroom blinds I feel you creeping through me Got your silhouette on my mind I see you peeking through the spaces in my bedroom blinds I feel you creeping through me
Writer(s): Alexander Mcgourty, Henry Buckingham, Jacob Stockman, Nathaniel Pozin, Ryan Couto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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