Beautiful Children Lyrics

Jeremy Messersmith Beautiful Children

Warm house, cold hand
I was standing outside,
Trying to find your doorbell
At 2 am
Ran all the way,
Hope that you weren't sleeping

You rubbed your eyes
Gently with the palm of your left hand
We talked a while
And you told me how much you appreciate me
and I knew that it was time for me to stay or leave
So I started walking home,
Sawing teardrops in the snow
We'll be friends forever
But i'm afraid that you'll never love me

You met someone
At the show when you went home for the weekend
And he makes you laugh
Somehow I remind you little of him

Two perfect hands
A part time job that says that he loves children
I lost my tongue
Until now you never felt that you missed anyone
And even tough it's early,
You think it could be love

Another heartsick lullaby
But i can't seem to make you cry
We'll be friends forever
But i'm afraid that you'll never love me

Does he love you?
Does he love you?
I hope he loves you
If he doesn't,
At least you'll have beautiful children, beautiful
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