With A Little Extra Flavor

The brightness of the sun distracts me from the cold when I think about how many days I haven’t been home.
The travel from the trip is used to get away from the people that I sadly see every single day.
Don’t talk about or figure out why, why everything feels so good.
All these words seem to come on a Saturday night.
I want to say to you, I want to say…
He said he met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.
And she hears the songs he sings.
And she reads the words he writes.
I said I met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.
And she hears the songs I sing.
And she reads the words I write.
The rumble of the train, and the screeching of the breaks remind me of the reason why I threw it all way.
It’s nicer on this side.
Forget the way I came.
I come at time when I really want to stay.
Don’t think about or figure out why, why everything feels so good.
All these words seem to come on a Saturday night.
I want to say to you, I want to say…
He said he met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.
And she hears the songs he sings.
And she reads the words he writes.
I said I met somebody else with a tattoo on her side.
And she hears the songs I sing.
And she reads the words I write.