Writer

I am your writer who bleeds indecision Your lover, your waiter, your saddest addition Your fighter, your taker, your old patience breaker Your mover, your shaker The one who can make you feel like a giant in the morning And so little by noon For sure drowning in the sunrise and you froze on the moon Oh, baby, I'll promise, that I'll never change hell I'll tell you I will, but I'll still stay the same And I'll pray to the angels that you'll see the signs And they'll glow like a warning and shine through the wine And they'll scream through the ecstasy, and howl through the snow And I'll hand you my ganja, and off I will go And then I'll be a memory of your dodgy decisions Your ex, your old sex, your old weathered tradition And you'll no longer kiss me, or hate me, or miss me Or have to defend me, or teach me, or rest me The one who remind you of stark imperfection And how when you want to you can change direction Oh, baby, when I call you, saying that I've changed Don't believe a word 'cause I'll still be the same And I'll pray to the angels and beg them to hear me That despite how I'd like it, that you won't come near me And I'll dream of the ecstasy I used to feel from the startling surprise to the sweet slow reveal And how I understand you, now that I've lost you And I wanna thank you, for all that it's cost you For being, the most beautiful part of my life And for holding me close, and wiping my cheek And slapping me up when I get too weak And for touching my skin, and biting my lip And spitting me out, and breathing me in And telling me that everything's gonna be alright So now I guess that it is, baby so good luck Thank you, and good night Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh