Album Name : Mister Nice Guy
Release Date : 2011-11-08
Song Duration : 4:20
Eric Roberson How Would I Feel? (feat. Jean Baylor)
Often she wrote, ‘fore she went to sleep
And now I think about the secrets that she keeps
Then one night I saw it resting there
I tried to ignore it but I was well aware
Inside it was stories, ones I didn't know
Ones she never told me, ones I had to know
Would she write about another?
Some guy at her job that became her lover
God, I need to stop
How would I feel? How would I feel?
If she was going through my emails
Searching through my phone
How would I feel? How would I feel?
If she was going through my pockets
When she was home alone
Okay I will take a look, guess this page will do
I will just read one page, maybe two
Half an hour later and I cannot put it down
My insecurities won't stop till the bad news is found
Not like she has done things to make me feel this way
But would she write inside this book if everything was okay?
I know that her ex calls from time to time
And her deep dark confessions are written in these lines
How would I feel? How would I feel?
If she was going through my emails
Searching through my phone
How would I feel? How would I feel?
If she was going through my pockets
When she was home alone
Reached the last page all I found was this
A poem called "I Love My Baby's Kiss"
I put the book down and I sat right there and thought
She does not even know but I feel just like I'm caught
Eighty four pages she mostly wrote about me
And complaints about my storing
Was the worst that I seen
How would I feel? How would I feel?
If she was going through my emails
Searching through my phone
How would I feel? How would I feel?
If she was going through my pockets
When she was home alone
Girl, I need to know how would it feel
How would it feel?
Why don't you trust me? I thought I knew you
What did I ever do to make you feel so insecure?
Now you've got me wondering, can I trust you if you, if you don’t believe?
How should I feel?
How, how should I feel?
How should I?
You don't believe
You don't believe