Stapleton Chez Chef
We need to form a plan
A place for everyhting
Give me the instructions I can't understand
You show me the skills and give me the tools to fix it
It's not that I don't know
But you're the half and im the other
Maybe sticks and stones are to heavy to be forgotten
And we'll go regreting sarcastic trade and plans we made
We never spoke at all
I missed the glance again
Give me instructions I can understand
Sunlight creeping through makes my things seem brighter
But you know that they dont sparkle like they used to
Everybody said that it would all go good
Its going to take some time
