That Sunday Feeling I'm No Good At Love Songs
You and me we bend and break so easily,
A picturesque catastrophe a walking sense of aim.
But when I breathe the shadows creep inside of me,
My body loses all relief an overwhelming shame.
I don't want to lose you but maybe,
I can't be there every time you sleep,
When I'm falling on my knees.
I don't want to lose you but lately,
I know you need sweeping off your feet,
All I need is to be free.
I'm no good at love songs, see.
Choked up vows to cherish and keep us tied down,
Our conversations drift somehow we smile in withered ways.
Shapes and shades we hide behind these masquerades,
We learn from every past mistake to lose it all again.
I don't want to lose you but maybe,
I can't be there every time you sleep,
When I'm falling on my knees.
I don't want to lose you but lately,
I know you need sweeping off your feet,
All I need is to be free.
I'm no good at love songs, see
