Dry Off Your Cheeks - Jamie T

My old heart, it’s been thirteen hours

Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower

Looking at you, looking at you

Oh shit, I’ll go cook myself a brew

Love it, oh, sometimes at least I fall, shit

Put it up, too much to call home sometimes

With a dance in the two step, look at you swing

Not sure what I mean, don’t know what I sing

I just dance on the harpsichord string

Move it down when you’re coming up

Lose it down when you’re tiptoe dancing

Enhancing all the pressure prancing

All around this place every night and day

When we were in the rat race

Shouting back to the oldest people

Shout at them all, called down steeples

Like no screaming, my dear, they will dry off your cheeks

And now it’s me, back to the factor

Too much of that can bring you right back to tragedy

More, I’ll be losing myself in this race

You see me, see me, see me, see me, seeing me

See me, see me, well, it’s in my liberty

With a hectic test and no one protesting you

When you so damn scared

Live for the life and the love I lead

And the lead in the life 'cause I never play fair

My old heart, it’s been thirteen hours

Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower

Looking at you, looking at you

Oh shit, I’ll go cook myself a brew

I got my own way home, I got my own keys

So why are you looking at me like you my lady?

I got my own kinds of groovy

Smoking too much and drinking

You bring yourself down in pain

Biddy-bye, biddy-biddy-bye, biddy-bye, biddy-bye

To the love and the living and the live cut free

She’s all on the floor while I drink whisky

And I look to the corner, think about me

All about me, well, I’ll never go self

'Cause I walk with a pelvis, white boy Elvis

Dancin' around this floor much quicker than you

Look at this, look at boys dancing

Think they’re all impressive, but they ain’t do shit

I’m on the groove from the grooving

Losing as I use you, as I go moving, I’m crying the tears

Not for myself, not for you, honey, have no fear

And now I break to the floor when the old piano goes crashing

Sometimes I’m not sure what I’m gonna do

But I ain’t here for more

I take my last match, desperate passion, and a few up facts

My old heart, it’s been thirteen hours

Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower

Looking at you, looking at you

Oh shit, I’ll go cook myself a brew

My old heart, it’s been thirteen hours

Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower

Looking at you, looking at you

Oh shit, I’ll go cook myself a brew

My old heart, it’s been thirteen hours

Too much of you my friend, my dear, and now I cower

Looking at you, looking at you

Oh shit, I’ll go cook myself a brew

Love it, oh, sometimes at least I fall, shit

Put it up, I was to call home sometimes