I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel

If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile

Keep a lot of little secrets that I can't reveal

Until we're high at three am just sharing chamomile

I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel

If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile

Keep a lot of little secrets that I can't reveal

Until we're high at three am just shairing chamomile

I guess i got alot of little letters that i've written

A few of them im tempted to incinerate

They seem to pile up around my desk

At the frequency of sadness and dinner plates

Its easy to get lost inside of memories

Its harder to pretend that isn't bothersome

You told me 'bout your favorite kinds of flowers

So i went to the market and i bought you some

And I didn't even break down when i left my house

(maybe it'll all be okay)

I didnt even get anxious when i went out.

(Maybe it'll all be okay)

You know the words never sound quite right when they leave my mouth

(My mouth)

(Maybe it'll all be okay)

But darling just finish your tea and we can go lay down

(We can go lay down)

We can go lay down

I often sit and wonder how your hand would feel

If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile

Keep a lot of little secrets that i cant reveal.

Until were high at three am just sharing chamomile