I don’t wanna be the one who tells you how it ends
Two feet stepping through the backstreet You’re so unaware
I’m about to speak But then you look at me
I wait for it to be the right time Wanna drink or two
I watch you table don’t have a clue
I’m to But you look me
I do eyes over while
speak But me
wonder, do you see eyes flyin’ over while I
I’m then at
I do flyin’ while I think?