Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Himself
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Koechlin
Composer
Lyrics
I'm no paperback lover
Can't take me anywhere
My gloves come off over nothing
Then I bother you 'bout my cold hands
I bet your mother knows I'm trouble
And I do my best to keep your friends a little scared
We both know I'd go under faster than a downtown train
You
You're tearing me open in ways I could never explain
You
You hold me together much better than my own skin
I'd go to sleep with my socks on
Stay in bed all day
Live on nothing but bourbon and breadcrumbs
And strangers' praise
My Coney Island Baby said I get to play the game if I play by the rules
I'd give the whole thing up for you
That's the truth too
You
You're tearing me open in ways I could never explain
You
You hold me together much better than my own skin
My first, my last, my everything
Only flowers from now on
All I am and I've been
Begins again with you my only one
You
You're tearing me open in ways I could never explain
You
I don't wanna have to get over you ever again
Written by: Samuel Koechlin
