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So you know just enough to know you don’t,
know a thing about the man
lying in your bed.
Nights are long, years can spill like coffee,
leave a stain on your life,
no one sees but him.
Me or him, it doesn’t matter either way:
time will blind us both and leave you in the dark.
I’m all yours and you’re half mine.
Take another second try.
Love’s not right or wrong.
There’s no one to blame.
Every heart’s a whore.
Every one wants more.
Every bed sleeps two.
Every man wants you.
You took a vow, long before I knew your name,
long before I knew how you, blew steam from your tea.
Time turns, everything to sand, and,
love is no exception; love me while I’m stone.
Bruise your love, let me tear your world up,
trust me like a prophet: he’s not right for you.
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Your Dog Eared Year
03:25
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I can be your chapter 1; I can be a blank white page.
So write down what you want, I’ll be your confidant,
and no one’s gonna edit me out.
I can be your ampersand; I can be your next sentence.
So put words in my mouth, fill up my speech balloon,
with all the words you wanna hear.
You can be a mystery,
the way you kiss is poetry,
that I was born to write.
I can be a Romeo,
be all the love you need to know,
when I lay lips to you.
'cause Fifty Shades are not enough,
to paint the filthy picture of,
the things I’d do to you.
The Kama Sutra doesn’t know,
what my body is gonna show,
to you tonight, my dear.
I can be the line you’ve drawn; You can cross me like a T.
So spell it out for me, that I need your company,
and you’re the only font I can read.
I can be it all my dear, I can be your dog-eared years.
To keep you coming back, to keep you looking forward,
you’ll never need a volume 2.
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Call it like I see it,
see it like a blind man,
play the broken record.
I can sing it by heart.
Keep me like a secret,
Break me like a promise,
I am just a fortune,
spent on wanting your love.
I don’t need a reason:
God is dead and love’s blind.
The only bible I need,
is how your body moves mine.
Running out of reasons.
to trust the wish in your well.
love me like you have to,
kiss me like a need to
Ohhh,
when I’m your castaway,
that man will sink your ship.
He’s an island that you’re on.
you’re miles away from home.
I’m everywhere but there,
the water is in my lungs.
Call it like I see it,
see it like a blind man,
held you like the wind and,
lost you like a childhood.
Spend you like a fortune,
turn you into gold and,
cash in on your body,
get rich in your bedroom.
Nights are getting longer,
days are spilling into,
deep wells that we wish in,
you’re every coin that I have.
Looking for you now in,
everyone that I meet but,
you are never in there:
they’re just a ghost to haunt me.
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Find Me Out
03:24
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Find me out,
I’m no mystery.
A woman like you,
Can conquer any man.
So take what’s mine,
I give it all away.
And all my words,
will ring like poetry
your body writes
as you walk in and out of my life.
A fool learns nothing from the road he’s on.
Digs a hole and calls it home.
My frigid feet can’t walk it out.
I Bruised my knuckles on your open door.
Now my heart’s a dizzy satellite,
miles away from where I wanna be.
I told my heart,
to break this cage of bone.
To grow wings,
and find a better home.
I bite my tongue,
and let them slip away.
They’re married now
with babies on the way
You’re last in line,
you’d think I’d make a move, this time
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5. |
Been Said, Been Done
02:26
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I got lost in you,
and you got lost.
I don’t need to know,
where we are.
I know I should leave.
but not right now,
I know you should go.
but not tonight.
How you gonna lie when it’s all been said?
I don’t have a line for you.
Whatchoo gonna do when it’s all been done?
I don’t have a plan for you.
I can write a book to bind you in.
I can write a song to box you in.
Nothing’s gonna change the way it’s been.
I’m playing with a hand that I can’t win.
How you gonna lie when it’s all been said?
I don’t have a line for you.
Whatchoo gonna do when it’s all been done?
I don’t have a plan for you.
Dig another hole,
and dive right in.
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6. |
Soften My Bones
05:28
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The look in your eye. Your endless sigh.
It’s been too long. Take me home.
Your shadow crawls, across these walls,
you’re everywhere I look and I can’t look away.
If we cannot touch, our eyes can talk,
on all those words I’ve said before.
And I can rewrite the way it’s been,
with one more night in my lonely bed.
It’s coming to the end, you’re crawling in my bed,
and I could never play this part.
You're looking for a friend, and crying on my chest,
and he could never dry those eyes.
You run to your second best.
I’m shouting at a wall, i’m talking to myself,
you never hear a single word.
You're body is a gun, you put it to my head,
you know that I won't say no.
Hold your smile to my throat.
Your hair is in my face, we’re throwing off the sheets,
the whole world is in this room..
You're sighing my name, you soften my bones,
so I can never walk away.
It's no way to make me stay.
My hungry hands want every inch,
of every part of you
Soak your smile. In kerosense.
Light it up. The moth will come.
Is that what you want, to own it all,
when one is not enough and you roll that ball.
I stand around, like a statue still,
your second best is the best I’ve found.
I circle the fire, and dive right in.
One more look and we’ll leave this place.
But what if there's a time, what if there's a place.
I can take you back to that just say you want it,
I can built the bridge you need to get past this.
I know that it’s wrong, but I know what you want.
I can be the wish you hid in the bottle.
Listen to your heart, you know that you'll hear me.
I could’ve walked away, and I should’ve walked away.
(But there’s nowhere but you, there’s nowhere but you.)
You put a hook in my, you hauled me from the sea
(I was a bag of gold, I was a rubber boot.)
You were fireworks, and I had all the words.
(I waited way too long. I waited way too long.)
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I can't coax a statue,
so liven up, it's time to make your move.
This cup is almost half full,
drink me down or fill me up right now.
You're sleeping in a bed of lies,
and my tongue is a match to burn it down.
But half of you is not enough,
and all of me is not enough,for you
I know that look in your guilty eyes,
and read it like a pre-hello, a post-goodbye, again.
You can't blame a clock for the tick of time,
so just hold on while it winds you up, and changes everything.
Sing another song, and write another book,
and promise not to call you, by name.
A bed too big, a not too long,
a price we pay, to call this love.
To know you like a fact, to hold you like a flame
and never have to feel the burn, of him.
You can't blame paths for crossing,
and your path is a knot now in mine.
Time it is a thief and,
love will tear us all apart in time.
I know there's someone else but
standing here I can't see through you.
... It's all right, it's not right.
Oh you're eyes are talkin'. ohg my eyes are hearing you just fine.
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8. |
Yours, Tonight
01:42
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Honey I’m not, the man you want,
but I’m the one you got.
And what you give, and what I take,
will never be the same.
I can’t be the cross you bear
but I can need a god.
I can’t built the bridge you want
but I can strike a match.
So Honey I’m yours, tonight.
Honey I’m yours, tonight.
I don’t know the road you’re on,
but I’ve been down them all.
Time might change 100 things,
but not your pretty face.
Life is short, but good things last,
and I am yours to claim.
One more night, to lay to rest
what never should have been.
So Honey I’m yours, tonight.
Honey I’m yours, tonight.
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Chad Pelley St John's, Newfoundland and Labrador
Chad Pelley is an author who'd rather write songs than stories.
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