Credits
Lyrics
Back then in the Middle Ages
When you were catching on but not contagious
I blew all my chances, shoelaces fumbled with numb digits
I swatted at your advances like they were summer evening midges
We really made a meal of our goodbyes
We served them cold and undercooked
You tell me I have got the bluest eyes
But I can't remember because it's been so long since I've looked
There's no need to fight over me
'Cause I'm divisible by three
Down there on your haunches
Do you feel you let it go to waste?
Do you get a bit self-conscious
When they say you have an acquired face?
I'm sorry I didn't get home to make the children
I stopped to watch a fire rip through a building
An onlooker said something about a silver lining
But missing golden opportunities is my thing
You've told me how difficult it gets
Being so desired in this town
The next time you get the urge for being submerged
You can hold onto my wrists while I'm holding your face down
The fog lifted while our lips overlapped
You're not that gifted, you're just beautifully gift wrapped
The more I try to clarify, the more the meaning blurs
But, maybe in the future, I will say more using less words
