Resting place for little boys
Who don't have all the answers
But [with] one love lost then soon comes in another
And it starts all over again
Feeling skin [of] callused fingers
And humming notes out in the air
Drumming on tables and chairs and counters
The inspiration's just not there
So help me write this song now, baby
And maybe, just maybe, maybe you'll [save] me
From the hell I'm putting myself through
Just to write this motherfuckin' song for you
Resting place for little boys Who don't have all the answers But [with] one love lost then soon comes in another And it starts all over again
Feeling skin [of] callused fingers And humming notes out in the air Drumming on tables and chairs and counters The inspiration's just not there
So help me write this song now, baby And maybe, just maybe, maybe you'll [save] me From the hell I'm putting myself through Just to write this motherfuckin' song for you
Haha, maybe I should have let you write the lyrics =D
Haha, maybe I should have let you write the lyrics =D
Thanks for all the corrections.
Thanks for all the corrections.