Everybody's got their shit But who's got the guts to sit with it?
Everybody's on their own So that way we're never alone
But the mirror in another's eyes That'll get you every time
There are a thousand different ways to hide
* Hiding out in the open Maybe I'm gonna let you down Nothing's gonna make us new
What's done is not gonna undo Hiding out in the open
Maybe he's gonna let me down Love is not a thing you try to do
It wants to be the thing compelling you
What we should probably say Let's put off for a few more days
And anyway, I'll pretend not to hear Until you whisper it in my ear
Ooh, hot voice on my neck Would change the context
I want you warm as a loaf of bread Thousand ways to be fed
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To be you
Love is not a thing you try to do It wants to be the thing compelling you To be you
